The Kidnapped Bride Novels & Stories

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

"And it turns out, the mastermind behind the kidnapping was that disgusting couple. I was forced to return to that damned house to bring my father back and pawn myself. It wasn't my choice. Even before I had a chance to negotiate, they had already drugged me. And when I woke up, I was wearing a complete bridal outfit." I couldn't do anything. Especially, I couldn't find Dad. I was led to the altar, and I saw Dad and Mommy there. Luckily, they were both unharmed. And when my name was mentioned during the marriage vows, I didn't suspect a thing. My confusion began when I realized my name was genuinely written in the marriage book. All the paperwork was under my name and the man's. I thought it

Defiant, beautiful, and now a target painted in bright red by both the Rossis and quite possibly her own father. Inside the villa, Elena tried to lose herself in the art studio Enzo had prepared for her. The scent of oil paint and turpentine filled the sunlit room, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every distant engine sound made her flinch. She was no longer just a kidnapped bride. She was a symbol. A trophy. A traitor in the eyes of two powerful families. The first explosion came without warning. The ground trembled violently. Glass rattled in the windows. Elena dropped her brush, crimson paint splattering across the floor like fresh blood. Alarms blared throughout the villa.

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

The visitors grew silent as they waited for an explanation for this unexpected turn of events. Maxton Alarcon descended from the altar with crumpled paper clutched in his hand and exited the wedding venue. He walked up to the bride's parents and asked stressed, "Where is your daughter?” The father looked just as stressed as Maxton felt. "We don't know where she is, we're just as shocked as you are. One minute she was getting ready with her bridesmaids and the next she was gone. No one can seem to find her.” Maxton started looking around the room at all the guests who had gathered, but nobody seemed to know where the bride had gone. Seeing all the people murmuring to each other just made Maxt

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

But Becky's life hung in the balance. I swallowed, holding the glass tighter. Becky and I were lifelong friends. She was family. There had never been anything romantic between us, so why in the world did the devil himself so desperately require this marriage? What was he gaining from it? I frowned. This wasn't making any sense. My phone was still in my hand, and before I could even reach for it, there was a text on the screen. I half-watched it. And then, my heart was numb. BREAKING NEWS: Von Howard Empire heiress Giselle Von Howard kidnapped in Singapore. I almost dropped the glass. What?

"My family will be worried!" One guard spoke into his earpiece. "We've located the bride." Emily stared in disbelief. "I'm not your bride!" Nobody listened. Within moments... She was seated inside the limousine. The doors locked automatically. Her heart pounded wildly. "Please let me go." One of the women smiled apologetically. "Everything will be fine." "No, it won't!" "You've kidnapped the wrong person!" The convoy sped toward Blackwood Estate. Emily looked helplessly through the window as the city rushed past.

The guard stumbled with a shout. She lunged forward and snatched the keycard from his belt. He grabbed her arm. But Aria kicked his knee hard. The guard collapsed with a curse. She ran. Downstairs, Adrian poured himself a drink calmly. “You must admit,” he said, “this situation is fascinating.” Valentino didn’t respond. Adrian continued. “You built a powerful empire.” “You eliminated rivals.” “You controlled entire markets.” Valentino’s voice was cold. “And you kidnapped my wife.”

This morning, as he wished, I packed my suitcase and went to the lawyer to pick up the divorce agreement, signing my name on it. Just as I was about to return the agreement, I was kidnapped by these two bastards. The car stopped in front of a desolate, abandoned warehouse. One of the thugs saw my displeasure, sneered and spat his chewing gum at my face. "A bride in her wedding dress, huh? This is the first time I've kidnapped a bride. Your husband must be looking all over for you, huh? So exciting!" I had not even had time to change out of the wedding dress.