The Perfect Bride Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

She still couldn't understand why a man that perfect chose to marry her, when he could have easily gotten someone who could match his class. Alexander was labeled the number one most handsome and most successful man in the entire country. "Haa, I can imagine the shock on people's faces if they ever find out that I am his wife". She said to herself in the car. She had just entered the restaurant when she heard her name. "Ayla"? She turned, only to see Daniel. He rushed over and hugged her and just as she pushed him away, she heard her name again. "Ayla"?

She really liked working with Luna, even though yesterday there were no results at all, absolutely none. "No," Luna refused, making Yeni incredibly annoyed. This was a once-in-a-lifetime wedding, and that woman said 'no?' Her heart felt jealous and hot at the same time. Unwillingness and resignation merged into one; Aris was only hers forever. "Why not, Lun? This is the perfect time to cancel that wedding. I can't just stay silent because Aris is mine forever," Yeni was very obsessed with Aris. Her feelings exceeded the love and affection of just a friend. Yeni wanted more than that because she felt comfortable with Aris, unlike her ex from a while back who had dumped her without a second th

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.

With each step she took, the dress came to life, making her appear as if she were surrounded by twinkling stars. Her older brothers admired her gracefulness while pressing their lips, showing their apprehension. They didn't want things to be this way. "I still remember when she filled our heads with the story of the perfect wedding, perfect man, perfect dress. Our parents remembered that, only missing..." "The perfect man," Brian completed as she slowly paraded, forcing a smile amid the desperate desire to scream. "Let's go downstairs; I received notice that he was already on his way," Brian announced, offering his arm to Elizabeth.

Every detail was sharp: the faint scent of her perfume, the soft glow on her skin, the way her eyes flickered when she noticed me noticing her. I didn’t know then that she would ruin me. That she would haunt my dreams, my thoughts, my every waking moment. I didn’t know that every glance after this one would be charged with something forbidden, something intoxicating. All I knew was this: The bride shouldn’t have looked at me first. But God, my chest ached for her to look again and consume me entirely. I wanted her to look again.

She threw herself into his arms. "Really? You really love me?" "Of course, my baby," Liam said, holding her tight. "That woman was just a tool, a stepping stone. You are my whole world." They clung to each other, as if no one else existed. The crowd murmured in understanding. "Oh, so that's how it is!" "Marriages for business are common in high society." "Mr. Vance and Miss Chloe are the real love story!" "That wife is just a tool. She deserves it!"

“No, just some drunk, oblivious girl who thinks everyone wants her. There’re many of that kind of woman in this town. Mine, on the other hand, is completely opposite of that. She’s kind, generous and very intelligent.” “Luck is on your side. My bride resembles a robot. She just goes through the motions and bends over backward to impress me.” And he starts it up again. “This bride of yours sounds to be quite an equal to you. Not to mention, I have an impression that she keeps you on your toes.” “We’re more similar than you can imagine and even though she’s perfect in so many ways, we have our arguments.”

And I would never let her down. “It’s beautiful, Sarah,” I said softly, my gaze fixed on the dress. “But why bring it now? The ceremony is still two days away. I don’t need to see it yet.” But even as I spoke, I couldn’t look away. The dress was everything I had ever dreamed of and more. Elegant, Radiant, Perfect. She remembered, She remembered how I always dreamed of being the most beautiful bride the pack had ever seen… and somehow, she had turned that dream into reality.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

“When you were born, Dad and Marco loved you. Too much. They swore you’d be their little princess.” “I didn’t allow it.” Her eyes glittered with madness. “I’m the princess of this family. You were a threat.” “So I pulled out Mom’s oxygen tube after her surgery.” “I made them think she died because of you.” My knees nearly buckled. “What…?” “You… you killed Mom?” “She was innocent!” “So?” Valentina shrugged. “And I’ll take the rest of your life too.” “Today’s wedding is only the beginning.” “I’ll show you what real despair tastes like.”