The Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

We all moved to our respective spots. As the familiar strains of a violin filled the air, I turned to watch the bride. Her brown hair cascaded in soft waves. She was fair-skinned, with a delicate nose and a gentle face. A small tiara adorned her head, making her look like a princess. Everyone she passed couldn't hide their awe.

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

She muttered, a frustrated look on her face and I let out a sigh. Selena was the only one who didn't make me uncomfortable here, and I was grateful that she didn't treat me like the others. “The usual, Selena. He doesn't want to wait till the wedding and I'm not ready yet. I'm not ready at all.” I whispered softly and she gently rubbed my hand, a pitiful expression on her face.

Valentina took the chance to lean into his chest and confessed: “Luca… I love you so much. I just wish we could be a real couple.” His face darkened instantly and he pushed her away. “Valentina, I told you before. The one I love is Bianca, not you.” “Don’t ever say things like that again.” Valentina’s face went pale. She stared at him, stunned. “Luca… you’ve cancelled the wedding with Bianca. Are you still waiting for her?” “That has nothing to do with you.”

Under everyone's gaze, Victor held Anna's hand and walked to the center of the stage. The wedding dress, the roses, the church, and Victor himself—it was all exactly as I had once imagined. Except the woman beside him wasn't me. It was Anna. At Victor's request, the officiant stepped aside. Victor was visibly emotional. He insisted on presiding over his own wedding.

The camera then slowly panned across the crowd before settling on the bride's back. Luca couldn't wait any longer. He gripped Pino's arm tightly, and his eyes were hard and fierce. "Who is it? Who is the bride who married into the Valentini Famiglia?" Pino looked at him and answered quietly, "The bride looks exactly like Katerina Cecere, Signore." Luca froze at once when he heard this. He was completely stunned. Just then, the bride in the video slowly turned around. Her veil billowed in the wind and revealed a face that Luca knew all too well.

Who are you to me? Something shifted in his eyes. For a moment, composure gave way to something raw. “You are Bliss,” he said firmly. “My bride.” The word struck like cold water. Bride. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her head shook, the denial instinctive, though she could not remember enough to be certain. Still, the thought of being someone’s bride, of belonging to a man she could not recall, made her chest tighten with dread. “You do not remember,” he said quietly, his jaw tense. “It will return. Until then, I will keep you safe.”

echoed through the gilded hall. The church door opened slowly and ceremoniously. The spotlight pooled on the bride's silhouette. It illuminated Maddison and me. I gritted my teeth as the pain in my chest grew. I could hear the crowd whisper. "Wait, what's going on? Isn't the bride supposed to be Taylor Jones? Why is Maddison the one in it?" "Did they confuse who the bride should be?" "The bride's become the bridesmaid! Is this a prank?!" I forced myself to weather the humiliation and led Maddison to the stage.

Harrison laughed, explaining, "Your Highness, there's no need to worry. Only unmarried men are allowed to participate. Moreover, the bride’s chosen one is positioned favorably, and there are attendants around to ensure that the person she chooses catches the ball." Understanding now, Ethan smiled, "I see." Harrison pulled Ethan closer, his eyes sparkling, "Your Highness, there’s a bride about to throw her ball over there. Let’s go see!" The two quickly made their way towards the crowd gathered below a balcony. The bride, adorned beautifully, her face radiant and excited, wore a flowing red gown. Her face glowed with anticipation