The Perfect Bride Book Novels & Stories

, he replies kissing me on my forehead. Some people will say that arranged marriages don't work. They do when both the husband and wife are in it together. If they want to work the marriage out. No marriage is perfect. There's no such thing as a perfect marriage or even perfect kids. Perfection isn't real. "But I am worried about Azaan. He hasn't been himself ever since Faryal's wedding to Fahd", I explain to Aayan. "Maybe there was something going on between them....."

“That would be great.” I followed her to the kitchen, sitting by the counter. Idly, I picked up the pile of magazines, looking at the covers. My hand froze at the bottom two. They were thick, glossy, and the words “The Perfect Wedding” were featured prominently on both. I glanced up at Katharine, understanding her reaction. “Something you want to tell me?” “She asked what our plans were. I told her we hadn’t made any yet, with everything else we’d been dealing with. She thought these might help.”

THE WRONG VOW (Mistakenly Married to a Ruthless Billionaire) Chapter 1: the ran away bride "Catch her! Don't let the bride escape!" The desperate shout echoed through the luxurious bridal boutique, startling every customer inside. Emily Dawson looked up from the stack of gift boxes she had been arranging behind the counter. Before she could react, the glass door flew open, and a young woman in a breathtaking white wedding gown stumbled inside. The bride looked terrified. Her perfectly styled hair was a mess, her makeup streaked with tears, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

On the day of the wedding… Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Palace Hotel's bridal suite, bathing the room in a golden glow. Isolde stood before a tall mirror in a gown handcrafted by a world-class designer. Diamonds and pearls glimmered with every movement. The delicate fabric traced her figure before cascading into a skirt that bloomed like a field of white roses. She was radiant—every inch the perfect bride. "Ms. Vancrest, you're absolutely the most beautiful bride in Southbridge!" the makeup artist said with genuine admiration. "When the Prince sees you, he won't be able to look away."

They also did a lot of work on the garden. He was expecting delegates and quintessential people all over the world, so he did not want to make any mistakes. Everything had to be perfect, he knew Maya was classy so he employed her to take care of some very important things along side the bride’s mother. Everything the bride will put on will be imported; the wedding gown, her wedding shoe, her bouquet, even her make up would be imported. The old alpha did not want to take chances, the wedding had to be a perfect one. After all, it was the wedding of his favorite son, it had to be delectable.

For my father—to walk in, take my hand, guide me down that aisle… and deliver me straight into Shaun’s. My gaze drifts to the mirror. I just stand there, staring at myself. Everything is perfect. The dress—white, luminous, exactly the kind that’s supposed to make a bride feel untouchable. My hair is styled flawlessly, the long veil cascading behind me like something out of a dream. Every detail is in place. Exactly as it should be. Exactly as every bride imagines. But beneath it— Rot. Something foul and suffocating, festering under the surface. Hidden. Just like the bruising imprint of his fingers around my throat, buried under layers of makeup. The illusion holds. That’s all that matters.

I needed to get a grip on my dazed, horny self. However, my brain still refused to let my eyes blink. It seemed like not even single part of me wanted to miss a second of watching my beautiful bride glide towards me with her fathers, who looked like the proudest men in the entire breadth and length of the country. I had never seen a more perfect sight in my life. Tall and slim as a willow, she dazzled in a virgin white, backless lacy dress which showed off her delicate and small bones- quality and distinction in every line of her.

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

She turned to my dad, who just nodded with a smile. The bluntness startled everyone, including me. "Good. If anyone's unhappy about my marriage, then go suck it." I looked away briefly to hide my amusement. “As if your marriage isn't fake, Celeste,” Millie commented again. I shot her a glare. “Tell us. Why would you want to get married to an Evercrest…” “I don't just want to, I already am married to him.” Celeste cut in. Throne began, “You know, usually, newlywed wives are obedient and listen to their husband's family. You seem too bold for someone who wants to stay long in this marriage.”

“Perfect.” I ended the call and looked into the mirror once more. My reflection smiled back; poised, flawless, and untouchable. The bride everyone envied. The queen of this game. I traced a finger along my diamond bracelet. Everyone thought Alessandro was the prize. But no, I was. The center of the story. The perfect illusion no one dared question. And I intended to keep it that way. I sipped my tea once more, watching the women around me laugh, whisper, envy. They thought they knew me. Sweet Sandra. Elegant Sandra. The perfect fiancée.