روايات وقصص ضمن The Brides

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

She marched down the aisle with the stiff, practised precision of an executioner. Behind her came the bridal party. The bridesmaids wore matching gowns the colour of dried blood, their faces masks of perfect, drilled submission. The groomsmen walked with their shoulders squared, their hands hovering fractions of an inch from the hilts of their silver knives. Then came Alpha Lincoln Atlas.

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know...

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?"

“Tiana, come back to me, okay? This time, I’ll give you the grandest wedding. You’ll wear the most beautiful wedding dress.” Zack frowned and kicked him away. “Don’t touch my wife.” Watching Shawn fall to the ground, I thought of the child I had lost, and my eyes welled up with tears. “Shawn, you disgust me.” My whole body trembled, but the tears still flowed down my cheeks. “Five years ago, when you made me wear a bridesmaid’s dress, I was carrying your child! That night, you never came looking for me in that heavy rain. You didn’t care whether a pregnant woman like me might be in danger.

I froze. I stared at my reflection, touching my face with trembling fingers. I was dressed in a white ceremonial gown, pure white without a single stain. I was stunning. My eyes sparkled like stars, my bridal makeup flawless. My hair was simply styled and secured with a small jeweled crown, my veil fluttering in the breeze from the open window. This can’t be happening. Was the Moon Goddess giving me a second chance? “It’s almost time. I don’t know why you’re acting this way, but I’ll be waiting at the hall. Adrian too,” Mirabel said, and left the room.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

Red Rose, Riley, Ashley, and Winona strolled in. Briella raised an eyebrow. “Perfect. The whole gang’s here.” Everyone else: “…” They still couldn’t believe this woman was the legendary masked boss of so many organizations. Briella kept smiling. “No need to look so shocked.” From outside came the call: “It’s time. Bridesmaids, showtime!” “…” It was their first time doing something like this. The thought of those cringey bridesmaid games was mortifying. If this weren’t Briella’s wedding, they wouldn’t be caught dead participating.

Tomorrow, they were all moving into the Hale Mansion for wedding prep. Ivy had made such a big deal out of it too. Apparently, all the bridesmaids’ dresses had been custom-ordered, along with her “one-of-a-kind, princess-core, super magical” wedding gown. But she refused to let anyone see them until today. The suspense was killing everyone—except Seraphine. She honestly couldn’t care less. After that café meet-up, her phone hadn’t known peace. Ivy had immediately dumped her into the most chaotic W******p group ever: “Bride Tribe Squad”. Like seriously, who came up with that cringy name?