The Kidnapped Bride Novels & Stories

I turned it off and tried to redirect my father's attention back to me. He gathered himself and continued his story. He explained that Edward got into business with some very bad guys from another country, and everything went sideways. He said that when it was all said and done, Edward owed these people a lot of money that he could not pay back... and they were either going to kill him, or take his young wife, Amanda as payment and regain their money by selling her into the sex trade.

Goodbye. That was more than enough for them. For trampling on my hopes and dreams all my life and for always prioritizing my brother over me. I was done! And then I changed into my sneakers. Thankfully the room was on the ground floor and the old-world architecture provided for large sized windows that would easily fit me, even with my wedding dress. I was almost done with taking what I had with me, my prize money that I had collected over the years and my purse. But just as I was about to escape through the window…a knock sounded on the door, making my heart leap to my throat.

she said. I felt a different urge pushing me, and just like that, I planted a kiss on her lips. It felt soft, warm, and comfortable. Some people cheered for us, and others, I'm sure, didn't. My wedding ceremony was quiet. I asked Irina to wait in the bride's waiting room before we went to the getaway car. I thought everything was going as it should, until Igor came up to me, out of breath. "Boss, the bride's been kidnapped," Igor said softly.

In fact, at a point he set a date for the wedding, and we did have a wedding, but guess what? Yes, you guessed it right, that woman kidnapped me. She had been acting all innocent all her life, and she acted like she had nothing against me, but she kidnapped me on my wedding day, the day I was supposed to finally get married to my husband. Everyone looks at me like I am the evil one here; nobody questions her when she drugged me and drove me all the way down to Avalor to give as a sacrifice to Damien!

I'm not even sure what I'll find when I begin to dig up what she truly is. I take a seat beside her, my head buried on my palms. Thinking of my brother's words. What if he's right? What if I messed with the wrong people? But they caused it. They took Sarah in the first place. My eyes glide towards the small screen at the corner of the room. There's a breaking news and the place on display seems to be very familiar. “There has been a major kidnapping at The Joseph's Mansion during the late hours of the day. Several casualties were reported, with some fatalities due to close-range shootings. The kidnapped victim happens to be the tycoon's newlywed wife. The cops are investigating—"

Wait what the hell was going on? “My people are working on getting him out of there as soon as possible, so just understand this, you have been chosen to be my son’s bride and at dinner later tonight you shall meet my Son, Alphonso, if you refuse, we will have no other choice but to kill you, this is the only way I can repay my debt to your father" With that, she grabbed the reins of her horse and skidded faster leaving me alone. “Wait a second, have i just been kidnapped by one of the psychopathic richest families in the country?"

She hadn't shown up, so how could the wedding have gone on? Just then, her phone vibrated. She glanced at it. One trending topic dominated every platform. "Fairmont's Wedding of the Century! Wealthy Heir Micah Jones Is Officially Off the Market!" "Congratulations to Mr. Micah Jones and Ms. Isabelle Lyon on Their Marriage!" Isabelle? Ruth's eyes widened in shock. She was about to tap into the news when her close friend called. "Congratulations, Ruth! You finally ditched that spoiled rich brat!"

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

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.

Her mind was consumed with the memories that had resurfaced and the overwhelming uncertainty of her own feelings. As they stepped through the grand wooden doors of the church, the soft creaking sound echoed through the empty hall. The guests, who had been left bewildered by Elma's sudden departure, turned their attention to the returning bride. Whispers and concerned glances followed her every move, creating a palpable tension in the air. Elma could feel their eyes on her, but she remained resolute, focused on the task at hand.