The Five Powerhouses Who Match The Unwilling Bride Novels & Stories

The next day, news of my upcoming wedding with Adella flooded Lowell City. Though she favored Raiden, she knew deep down that I was her best option for marriage. I could offer her everything, not just my support, but also the power to skyrocket her career, whether through my reputation or fortune. I was her best bet, and I knew it, too. Raiden wasn't even in the same league with me in terms of pedigree, power, and fortune. I used to view a wedding as a sacred testament to our love and the starting line of a lifelong happiness. I remembered being overwhelmed with preparations for the wedding, yet every stressful moment was sweetened by the thought of giving Adella the best, perfect wedding.

My words are interrupted by a hard slap to my face. I stare at my father who narrows his eyes at me," As a woman, you should know when to speak and when to shut your mouth. How could you not know who Vincent is? He's been making headlines all over the news." His tone grows sharper as he continues, "He's a powerful multibillionaire, owner of several successful companies in the city. And he has agreed to marry you." My heart sinks at the thought of being married off like a business transaction to a stranger. And what does he mean Vincent is too good for me? I am his daughter!

“My wife is not just my wife. She is my equal in all things—including ruling my empire.” The silence that follows is different. Heavier. Andrea is the first to react, rising smoothly from his chair. “As Don of the Morelli family, I stand firmly with the Boncinis.” His voice is steady, unwavering. “Aurora has more than proven herself as a leader. It’s time this city recognizes that.” A few murmurs ripple through the room, cautious, testing the waters. But not everyone is so easily swayed. Don Giuseppe Russo leans forward, fingers steepled. “Forgive my interruption, Don Lucian, but… it’s unusual for a bride to take such an active role in our business.” He tilts his head, expression unreadable.

Indigo shook her head in realizing something and Akshara went into the chamber and found five brides circled around the cushion beds and laughing about something amusing. “How to defect these five brides and win Dev?” Nora was immersed in deeper thoughts. When Nora found the presence of Akshara, she scanned Akshara with her purple eyes. Nora approached Akshara and got her lower jaw to scan her face with her eyes. She told, “How can your skin be so immune to wounds?” When Akshara entered the chamber, five brides caught her attention. The first bride was possessing golden blonde, the second bride was a brunette, the third was black hair, the fourth bride was ash coloured hair and the fifth was

Lia snapped. "She is his wife, either you like it, not Lia, and why are we doing something about her? She isn't part of the plan, and she won't ruin the plan," Beatrice replied. "She is annoying!" Lia yelled. "I told you to quit this obsession for Caden. It could put plans of acquiring the Kingston empire," Beatrice said. "I have been planning this for years, and I won't let you ruin this Lia," she added. "Mom, you want to take the Kingston money and deal with Anthony for being a diçk not Caden, you can help me marry Caden when you gain the Kingston's empire" Lia said and Beatrice rubbed her temples.

We need to move now, before Sallow realizes what we've found. Temi read it twice, the number itself almost too large to fully process, two point three million dollars, timed with a precision that made her stomach twist all over again. Four days. Sallow hadn't waited to see how the marriage played out before securing his second board vote. He'd moved the moment Camille ran, treating her flight from the altar not as an obstacle to his plans but as the opening he'd been waiting for all along. Temi looked up at Adrian, something fierce and certain replacing the exhaustion in her chest.

I looked at the crowd, at the Riccis standing tall, at the O’Connells waiting for their victory. “Tonight,” I began, my voice carrying through the hall, “I make my choice clear. Not the jewel polished for display. Not the pawn offered for alliance. My bride is Ciara O’Connell.” Gasps rippled through the room. The Riccis’ faces lit with joy, their unity unshaken. The O’Connells froze, their smiles shattered, their eyes murderous.

Willow, Zoey, and Miranda couldn't fathom these five scions would travel all the way here to join the wedding convoy. They were willing to become the bridegroom for someone else! The scene continued to grow grander. People couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen next. "Who could have such connections to bring the prodigal of the capital's five wealthiest families here at the same time?" "These scions have considerable influence in the capital. The person who invited them must be even more renowned!" "Did Caspian bring them here?" "No way. Let's keep watching." The crowd was eager for the groom to make an appearance.

The words didn't make sense, so I stared at him, waiting for the punchline, the real reason he'd called me here. "Did you hear me?" "I'm not..." My voice came out hoarse. "I'm wolf-less, I can't be a bride, I'm not even ranked, which means —" "Exactly." Damian interrupted with a gloating smirk as he leaned back in his chair, and something like satisfaction flickered across his face, or perhaps it was relief. "You're perfect the way you are,” I was certain there was a barbed insult to the fake compliment. “Alpha Amreth doesn't want a bride with power or influence. He wants someone weak, someone who won't challenge his chosen Luna,” he leaned towards me, lowering his voice. “He needs someone d

and then he settled in front of me, his eyes lingering over me, his lips raising in a smirk, “Artists will be here to prepare you. Our wedding is by noon.” “What? No. Please no. Please,” I forced myself to my knees, “please, don't make me marry you. I don't want to.” “Only what the Don wants matters,” the lady coolly chimed in. “You should know the name of your husband to be, Nikolai De Luca,” he said, already turning away, “you have the luxury of my wonderful guards until the ceremony,” and all I heard was the clicking of his shoes as he walked away. The lady followed, her steps gliding across the tiles and just as she passed, she paused and whispered, “wonderful hair.”