The False Bride 소설 & 이야기

My gaze was sharp as a blade, forcing her to keep shrinking backward. "Chloe, I'm genuinely curious. Can you teach me how a bride who never left the camera frame for even one second, in front of one hundred and fifty thousand people...managed to project her soul out of her body, teleport to the second-floor lounge, and pin you against the wall?" On screen, the comments were scrolling like a blizzard. [CALL THE POLICE. Arrest this lying fake-ass bitch.] [The bride was interacting with us the whole time. She didn't even go to the bathroom. Are you saying she assaulted her using telepathy?]

Someone had lied on paper. I summoned the archivist and demanded the original documents on all three brides. The old man came back pale, clutching thin folders. "Pages are missing, Your Majesty. And the dates don't agree." "Show me." One bride had supposedly been killed during her first winter in the north. Another had died of an illness. The third had simply been declared dead, with no cause recorded. None of it rang true. Each death had cost me. The council had demanded harsher enforcement of the treaty, and rival families had used every grave to question my right to rule. I had assumed this new bride was one more sacrifice, offered up by a family that wanted rid of her.

Now, I was pretending to be someone else’s bride. Then there were the rumors. Alpha Draven’s brides always died. Not just one or two—a pattern. His first fiancée had been kidnapped, and while that story had circulated in my family, the others were different. Each bride-to-be after her had mysteriously died before the wedding ceremony could take place.

"Let them wait for a little longer RyanThey wanna end the deal todayWhy should I respect them when they backstabbed me???. Let them wait for a little longer, I want them to know what their place is in my company." "Okay sir," Ryan took a seat in front of me. "I heard from one of the guards that you called off the search for the mystery female who rescued you that night?" "I did, but I don't believe she exists, Because the bracelet is with me and not with her, it must be all in my head I thought I had given the bracelet to the girl who had saved me, but it was all in my head" "The doctor said that you are suffering from amnesia. You have lost all your past memories, sir."

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

He just simply thought that it was an event worth celebrating. “Do you know what the woman looks like? Can you describe her appearance to us? I’m quite curious about it,” Philip said with an expectant chuckle. The old woman described the bride’s appearance, but her description was not very credible. She simply said that the bride was very beautiful. “The bride has a bad reputation. It seemed that she went missing for a while because of something, and everything took a rapid turn later. She became a different person after she returned to this city. Not only does she change partners frequently, but she would also spend nights at various venues.”

"Lord Sir Sebastian Acacio's production was it about his records of tortures during his period of rule, detailed traumatising texts about his first bride's murder is in that book. You won't be able to read that!" Master Alejandro revealed looking back at his bride's curious eyes, where as after hearing the sudden information madam Genelia's eyes widened in horror. A record of tortures? What the hell? How could such a book be the best seller of that time? "Murder?" Madam Genelia sounded still confused as then master Alejandro shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "His first bride had an illicit affair with her royal server, beheaded as a punishment. She was hung naked for a week in front of hi

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

It's giving me goosebumps every time. 'But you should be addressed that way now.' 'We both know that is only a little play, Raja. Behind the curtains, I'm just Ophelia and nothing else. I'm only the temporary bride but will never be the wife. No need to pretend when it's just the two of us." 'But you must take note that even you're pretending, the rites and the blessing from the King and Queen are valid. So as of the moment, you are really Solterra's crown princess.'

*** Days went by and unknowingly it was already in the seventh month of the year. Martin had sold his company at the beginning of the year, now all that he did was drink and gamble. Susan did not like the life she leaving now. She thought that taking Christine's man will mean that she atleast won. But she was really wrong. That man's heart was only with Christine. And now that it was broken, his life was broken too. She even regretted bribing the doctor to falsify the blood tests. But she could not do anything as it was a command. If she failed, she knew that what awaited her was worse than hell.