The Kidnapped Bride Novels & Stories

Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.

"That's a joke. Can you even survive without me? Besides, once you marry into the Astor family, who do you think is going to save you besides me? Who else would even care about you? "If you keep this up, don't expect me to come and get you back." With that, he pulled the tearful Veronica into his arms and softened his tone. "Veronica, don't cry. Someone like her isn't worth getting upset over. "I'll take you to a better bridal shop and have a one-of-a-kind wedding dress custom made for you." Then he wrapped his arm around Veronica and walked off, leaving me standing there disheveled and alone. After getting dressed, I stepped out of the bridal shop and realized just how middle of nowhere the

"Yo-Your what?!" She stuttered. She tried to clean her ears and rubbed her eyes. She even tried pinching herself waiting for the moment that she would be waking up on her bed. Unfortunately, she was still seated on the comfortable seat staring at the amazingly looking guy in front of her. "My hire bride, Ms. Parker. You will be posing as my wife." He repeated with the same firmness on his voice. She stared crazily at him for a few seconds before harsh words exited her mouth. "Are you crazy? Me, get married, to you? Is this some kind of a sick joke?!"

There was coarse material digging into the bridge of my nose, and I realized I had a heavy cloth bag over my head. Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God. I tried to scream, but the bag smothered the sound into a pathetic, choked whimper. I had been kidnapped. “Arya!” I managed to gasp, the name barely audible even to my own ears. Where was she? Did they get her too? I prayed she had gotten away, that she had gone straight back to Liam or, Lorenzo. I wrestled against the ropes, but they were thick and cut painfully into my wrists. Stop fighting, Aryn. You need to know where you are.

Gabriel explained his question so that Bi Ita would not be confused by his question. "Sorry, I can't tell you about that," Bi Ita replied. "Yahh bi, come on, what's wrong?" Gabriel looked down disappointed. "But it's not...." "Come on, tell me bi," Gabriel bluffed, who couldn't wait to find out. "So actually, Mr. Ruslan used to marry a widow with one child, now his son is Jhonatan, at first their marriage was happy but after their household got longer, finally it was discovered that Mr. Ruslan's wife at that time was very greedy."

Be it by home imprisonment, kidnapping, or… marriage. Marriage! That was the answer! The gears in Talia's head turned and soon enough, her face lit up with a smile. She had an idea. One of the most brilliant if she could say so herself. " I got something! We can raise that money without lifting a finger! We just have to inform the Braxton's. They were scheduled to marry Emma so if we inform them that their future daughter-in-law has been kidnapped and in need for a two million dollar bail, it'll be settled and we'd have some change for ourselves too! " Talia's narrated with an excited tone.

I was nothing short of hysterical to them. He couldn’t invite our colleagues from work. Who were all these people? “Cormac, tell them! Tell them I’m the one you’re marrying!” I beckoned to him. I turned to the congregation. “I’m the bride! I’m the one that’s supposed to be there! Me.” I gestured towards myself with crystalline eyes. “Cormac! Ava!” I whipped my face around to face them. Attempting to climb up once more the guards snatched me by the arms and moved back.

“He would walk again.” I felt sick and dizzy. Like someone had kicked the breath straight out of me. He wasn’t done. “And besides,” he added, his voice dropping a little, “those weren’t innocent men.” “Those men weren’t random kidnappers,” he continued. “They were the same men your stepsister hired to drag you out of the forest. The same men who delivered you to me, alongside her.” My heart stopped. “What?” “Your sister was smart enough to use humans, not wolves,” he continued. “It made the trail harder to detect. But I tracked them eventually. They weren’t just criminals, Olivia. They were murderers. Hardened and cruel.”

It isn't a big deal away. That was the breaking point. I lunged to my feet and snapped, "So, you do realize that this was our wedding, don't you? Do you think my money grows on trees? "You know how much time and energy I poured into this wedding, only for you to dump me at the altar over and over again. What's the point of a lavish ceremony if the bride never shows up? "How many times have you stood me up in just two years, Adella? Every single time, it's because Raiden called you for this or that.

"Claire, are you sure about this?" Dr. Helena Shaw's voice was grave. "The program lasts eight years. Once you enter the facility, you cannot leave. You cannot contact anyone outside." I stood outside the private bridal boutique that belonged to the Graves family. Through the glass, I watched Cora Hayes wearing the dress I had ordered, posing for photos with Vincent Graves. Then he unfastened the necklace that belonged to the Donna of the Graves family and put it around Cora's neck.