The Kidnapped Bride Novels & Stories

She chuckled darkly before adding, "Actually, I've broken up with you when I ran away from the wedding." Since there already was such an assumption that she ran away from the wedding, then she might as well use it. She didn't know how Sebastian did it, but none of the people present when she was kidnapped had testified to her kidnapping, they all just claimed they didn't know where the bride had gone, which was why Brian was unable to fully launch a case that would consider her a missing person. But Vivian knew the police weren't that dumb to believe such a stupid testimony, they just wanted to believe it because they knew fully well in whose hands she was in and didn't dare to mess with him

Then he was gone. The guards led my father away. I sat trembling in the chair, the weight of what had just happened crashing over me like icy waves. I’m his bride. I’m trapped. My life is no longer my own. As I sank against the wall, darkness closing in, I realized the real nightmare had only just begun. I heard the soft click of the door. I looked up. In the doorway stood a figure unfamiliar, slender silhouette with a dagger glinting in hand. The moonlight revealed cold eyes. Before I could scream, the blade swung. To be continued…

The air inside smelled of dust, leather, and sweat. Her heart thudded so loudly she thought the men outside might hear it. She pressed her back against the carriage wall, fighting to stay calm. But her body wouldn’t stop shaking. The voices of her kidnappers drifted in through the cracks. “Faster,” one said. “We need to be across the river before dawn.” Another laughed. “The Devil won’t sleep tonight. His bride’s gone, and his house burns.” Emilia’s blood ran cold. His bride. That was what they called her — not Emilia, not woman, not captive. Just the Devil’s bride.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

, I asked and saw her nodding her head. . “When I was pregnant then I got kidnapped and this was the story when you three were about to be born…”, She said and continued “... . . (Andrella’s Mother) Crystal’s POV Flashback . . "I need more blood. This is not sufficient.", I said to that kid who was staying with my kidnapper when he started leaving after serving me the food. That kid turned toward me and looked at me keenly. And without wasting a single second, he cut his wrist with a knife and poured his blood into another glass. I gasped in horror when he did all that.

Eva's heart sank. "The gardens?" She nodded. "The guest house." "Yes." "The parking lot?" "Nothing." Eva rubbed her temple. This couldn't be happening. Not today. Not at a Blackwood wedding. She looked toward the grand staircase just as Adrian stepped out of the bridal suite. His expression remained unreadable. Only the slight tightening of his jaw suggested anything was wrong. His head of security approached him. "We've checked the CCTV footage, sir." "And?" "The bride left through the staff entrance forty-three minutes ago."

Alex and I were both billionaires, but even we didn't have that kind of money just lying around. We reached out to our business partners, hoping that they could lend us the money. But instead of help, we received a shocking revelation. One of our closest friends and business partners had been working against us all along. He had orchestrated the entire kidnapping in order to gain control of our company. Alex and I were devastated. We had trusted this man with everything, and he had betrayed us in the worst way possible. We had to act fast to save our daughter and take back what was rightfully ours.

She didn’t even look at me. As the maid grabbed my arm, I realized something that made my heart sink even deeper— This wasn’t just a marriage. It was a prison. And I had just become its prisoner.

Judging by the sound of footsteps, it sounded like there was a huge crowd around. When the blindfold was removed, all she could see were seceral women in the room. One of them had a glass of water in her hands as she offered Savannah, "Have a drink!" Savannah was in fact feeling a little thirsty. She hesitated for a while, then, finished it in one gulp. The women began untying her; ripped the tape off of her mouth then dragged her out of the room. "Where are you taking me?" Savannah refused to believe that she was kidnapped to get married with someone. Even if they were forcing her to marry the guy, this is not the way to treat the bride!

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.