Romans & histoires The Kidnapped Bride

I didn't once feel bad to bring them down. I just shrugged them off my shoulders and started to walk out again while Eithan was behind me. He was following me, while he took my arm, I looking up. When I saw the right outside of police station the Raven family was waiting. My eyes looking around for that one person I really want to see the face of but then I realised that he is kidnaped because this family will kill him since I ruined them. And I was his wife.

The moment I shut the door, the message I had refused time and time again surfaced once more: "If you agree, I'm ready to pay any price to steal you from your wedding." Outside the room, Adriana went on describing her dream wedding amid snow-capped mountains and blooming flowers. Threaded through her words was Carlo's patient, indulgent voice repeating, "Whatever you say." I let out a bitter laugh and typed back, "There's no need to steal me away. You're my groom." "Carlo, if you were meant to end up in the snowy mountains, then I'll go to the warm Tuscanica instead. I'll let you go, and I'll finally free myself as well," I mused inwardly.

I could see the admiration in their eyes, they clearly adored Diego but some seemed envious. I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and forced a smile, trying to match Diego's composure, just like he wanted. I didn’t want these people to sense my apprehension and think I was some easy prey. But it was like they could see right through me. They started whispering in Spanish. "¿Quién es la novia tan hermosa?" ("Who is the beautiful lady?") ... Someone asked. "Es la novia cautiva..." ("She's the captive bride...") another voice replied, the words dripping with scandal.

Rutherford, typically the strong, silent type, suddenly seemed far more interested in his cufflinks. "We'd like you to find a bride for our son," Mrs. Rutherford said. Calm as you like, as if she hadn't just asked me to find the most stubborn man alive a bride. "Wait... I'm sorry, what?" I blinked. "You want me to 'find' a bride for Ethan Rutherford?" "Yes," she continued nervously, "Ethan's not exactly... cooperating. But he's agreed to this arrangement as long as we keep it discreet."

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.

I demanded. Hahaha... He laughed as he stood up from the armchair and he sat beside me on the bed, my first instinct was to get a way from him but the chain is a big barrier. "I wish I could do that but I can't." He stared into my eyes and then he ran his hand through my hair... God have mercy. "What...what is the meaning of this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with rage. "Why did you kidnap me from my wedding?" I mean no explanations will be good enough but I still need to know.

Still frustrated with the man keeping her almost hostage, she opened the television and the news outlet started to play. “A woman in her twenties has been reported missing,” the news started to report. Her eyes landed on the photo of the woman who was supposedly missing. “Zaria Akurst was reported missing by her husband. It said she had been missing for a few days before being reported.” Her eyes widened upon hearing what was happening.

The dress, well, it wasn’t the one I would have chosen, but it exuded the wealth and power that I was about to marry into. But no amount of perfection could hide the ugly, horrific truth. This marriage was a lie. And I was a captive bride in all but name. It had all started when I was trying to help my best friend Ilsa, a detective with the LAPD, and her husband Roman, don of the Marchetti Mafia, save a young Russian girl—Sveta Orlov—who had been ripped from her family at the expense of her maniacal father. Since I was the only one that Ilsa knew who spoke Russian, they had brought her to me, and I had helped concoct a foolproof plan.

I replied still very much confused at where all these was heading to. "Jade and Melinda, these two prestigious guests of ours are Mr Luca Greco and Mrs Gabriela Greco. They are very respected and powerful people in the society" Father announced to me. "Oh. It is a pleasure meeting you both" I gave a slight bow. "The pleasure is all ours. You are so polite. You will definitely make a wonderful bride for Luciano" Mrs Gabriela smiled. At that moment my jaws dropped and it felt like the entire air had been sucked out of my body. They had been talking about my marraige all along!

However, she couldn't do anything since the man was still pointing his gun at her. "And I hate you more and more!" Isle yells and she slapped her face hard, again and again. Eleanor cries as she watch her face being brutalized by Isle, but she was helpless and that made her very angry to the core. >>>>><<<<< Princess Cecilia, Willow and Amaya are currently in the church and everyone was intense at the turn out event. Where could the bride be? "Eleanor was kidnapped!" King Spencer growls in anger, then he started to walk out of the church and everyone followed.