The Five Powerhouses Who Match The Unwilling Bride Novels & Stories

Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would give their last inheritance to wear a designer like this. Vera smirked. This was exactly why she was here. The joy swelling in her chest felt almost holy. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the officiator began. Didi had chosen her nephew, another pompous man who wore arrogance like a tailored suit. “We have gathered here today to witness the solemnization of my good friend, Charles Donovan, and my favorite niece, Dally Shawn. The two lovebirds who, against all odds, found their way to each other—” Vera snorted.

“You are weak. You beg. You hesitate. You doubt. You don’t deserve him or deserve survival. But I do…I am the bride who never disobeyed.” Vincent stepped forward sharply, declaring, “She’s not you.” The false bride grinned wider, revealing Camela's own teeth behind her smile. “She is me… she is what I would have become if I didn't obey.” The whispering crowd rose to their feet, their faceless heads nodding in rhythm to agreement as one voice echoed: “The bride must finish what she started.” The aisle between Camela and her double lit up with fire, leading the path. Bright red flames raced along the carpet, yet the faceless guests remained still and didn't move. They simply stared and increas

She sank back against the pillows, her mind whirling with various possible scenarios. What would life be like if she married him? What would people say about their sudden engagement and class difference? In fact, everything about them was different. They were from two completely different worlds. A marriage of convenience. It went against her beliefs about love and companionship. And yet... Could she really go through with this? Tying herself to a man she barely knew, even if it was just on paper? She remembered how he calmly handled the copyright infringement. If that was any indication of his personality, he seemed to be a good person.

he murmured, his hands slipping beneath her hips to lift her, “but the power tends to favor a few and we call that person ‘Draken’. Records show no ‘Draken’ since the first has found their mate. Some, in desperation, took additional wives to tempt their waning desires and hopefully produce an heir—although their offspring won’t necessarily inherit their title.” His fingers slipped beneath her hips, lifting her pelvis as his lips hovered near her ear. “Now, my love,” he growled, his voice rough and thick with desire. A hand finally sank between her legs, brushing her most sensitive bundle of nerves with a touch that was maddeningly gentle. “I’ve tried to be patient, to hold back, but if you t

“I heard you, Henry. You're whining about your incapability to control the growing number of people on the street, demanding you to show yourself in public.” “You know perfectly well that I am capable.” Said Henry hotly. “The rule prevents me from claiming my place.” “You know how to claim your place, and still you can’t. That’s incapable.” Replied Andrew calmly. His eyes occasionally glanced at his phone. Henry knew Andrew was right. The rule dictated the crown prince had to be matured in age and married when he claimed the title. He was mature, okay. It turned out, in a modern day like today, marriage wasn’t an easy thing to do.

He looked around at our wedding party who started cheering. “And here is our bridal party!!!! Our Bridesmaids and Groomsmen, Prince Aranelda Tirisil and his beautiful mate, Dutchess Stacie MaComb!!! Duke Scott MaComb Jr and his lovely mate, Her Faeness Lily Clearwater!!!! And now, make way make way for the Best Man! Our favorite Demigod and son of the bride and groom… Khalith!!! And not to be out done, his beautiful mate, our favorite warrior goddess, Alke!!!” They all strutted in one after another and I had to giggle. I loved watching my family.

But as impossible as it may sound, a man as secured as him, owned a famous company that somebody trustworthy enough supervised under his name. Fortunately though, that person was needed no more, because what was awaited upon has just been found. HIS BRIDE. . . Well technically, she wasn't yet his bride, but willing or not, she would be. He had already spotted her, she had already been chosen, she was his now…undeniably his.

"This is absurd. You cannot just swap brides hours before a ceremony like it's a circus." "It is a business necessity!" Richard Hampton barked back, his voice leaving no room for argument. "The contracts are signed under the Beckett-Hampton name. The merger goes through today, or both our companies face total liquidation by morning. It is Nina, or it is ruin so choose, Liam." Even though I had been in love with Liam for so long, this was never how I wanted things to turn out. I didn’t want to get married to him this way, where I was being hated by everyone including my own family. I felt like a monster.

The hall went silent as the wedding officiant picked up the microphone and spoke into it: “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we are gathered here to witness the grand engagement ceremony of the owner of fiv e of the biggest companies and the most powerful man in the underground world...... Mr. Rhys rathore with Miss Rosie.”

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.