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What made her weak in the knee was the strong and forcefully aura emerging from him, filling every corner of the space, she gulped at the urge to submit before her King and Alpha but fought that as she went closer but for being a commoner, fighting the King's aura was an impossibility as a force yanked her down on her knees, a gasp left her lips as she realized how weak she felt before the King, her head bowed lowly. "My King, lady Devika of Galveston requests your presence" Adviser Caesar voiced. The King's lips curved into a tiny smirk as his eyes slowly fluttered opened and he gazed at the creature before him, beautiful. "My bride" Devika gulped at the familiarity of his voice but didn't

Martin scoffed with a smile, "Husband? Last time I checked, you didn't have a ceremony-" Laylin sneered, getting in his face, "I had, in Ehan, with the seal of the King's agreement. I was his bride the moment I stepped in the carriage headed to Rakhbar!" The man's brows climbed up. It was what the law was, though it wasn't how weddings worked but he had nothing to refute it with. With trembling lips, the Princess went on, "...And he was my husband the moment he snatched off my veil." For a while, only silence reigned. Martin had come across several court ladies of different temperaments with the three monarchs he had served and such antics never ended well for them. Powerful men liked pretty

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

Everybody in the room straightened their already stiff postures and even the priest smoothed an invisible wrinkle from his robe. The thought of the priest's robe reminded Edward of his own dressing and he held back a chuckle at how excited Mr. Brown, who doubled as his valet, had been at the prospect of getting the Duke dressed up. Left to Edward, he would have been comfortable and content with a waistcoat and trouser. After all, his bride wouldn't even get a good view of him. Mr. Brown had quietly refuted and had set out a complete gentleman's outfit, a type fit for a visit to the king and although Edward valued his comfort above all else, he had learned to choose his battles wisely.

Her favorite color. "Oh, what's that? Someone sent an invitation to the King?" his personal secretary asked and wanted to make fun of him. He read it out loud until it faded.. 'You are invited to Amara Cortez and Lucas Grandstein wedding...' He blurted out and can see that his boss expression is not good and wanted to claw his face. "I-I think there's a mistake, my King!" he said and was about to hide the invitation. "Hand it back," he ordered and rested his back on the chair after throwing his glass on the floor.

"We'll send your diploma, records, and mission note to your father, so you don't have to worry about any of that." "Alright then, what exactly is my mission?" "This might come as a shock to you, Nicolette, but we need you to marry someone." "Marry someone? Shouldn't they at least buy me dinner first?" The principal laughed. "Unfortunately, there's no time for dating. His information is in this file" Nicolette picked up the file skimming through it, feeling each letter on the page and taking in the information. "You want me to marry a mafia king!? I mean, I hoped for a big mission, but this is an SSS-level mission! His security will be far stronger than a lousy politicians!"

He promised that he is never going to change and I was the one he truly loved but she had only been here for just some few hours and he was already moving mad and for the first time in years he used his commanding powers on me so that I wouldn’t have to command him any life . I was so going last at this moment , and I knew it . “ Abigail , I think you should just calm down from all that I have seen , I would want to tell you that regardless of how it turns out to be , the king holds you in high esteem and no matter what , he is going to love you and choose you over her a million times and going to make you that heir that you belong . “ What about being his wife Valerie? Valerie didn’t say a

“There’s going to be an event at the Romanos next week. Invite only. Strictly” I watched her face for any clue. “What kind of event?” “A bride selection,” she said simply. “Matteo’s expected to choose a potential wife from a group of candidates who are going to be present. It'll be a competition and would take weeks but get this… the participants will live in the villa too.” I blinked slowly, trying to understand what she was saying. “And?” “We’ll get you in.” She crossed her hands. I stared at her like she had gone mad. “Absolutely not.”

Couldn’t be. Lady Bianca’s voice cut through the storm in my head like a knife. “For too long, this kingdom has been deceived. The true bride has returned, and it’s time to right the wrongs committed in her absence.” She turned to me, her lips curling into a venomous smirk. “Recognize her, Tristan.” I stared at the girl, my jaw tight, fury and confusion warring inside me. She didn’t meet my eyes. Because she wasn’t mine. And Valarie…

Serra stopped and waited for Narth to walk together. As they enter the palace, all of them halted at the sight of the Zierux standing atop the indoor terrace. His feature was clouded but his eyes were clearly pierced at them. "My lord!" Narth exclaimed. It was unprecedented that his brother is here already but then again, Zierux is wise. "We went to fetch the maid." "I can see that," he uttered, darting his eyes at Eyaren which Serra immediately hid behind her. It made the king raise a brow. "I have agreed to bring her here. I won't kill her however I am in need of you, my bride."