The Perfect Bride Book Novels & Stories

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

Like she was making sure no one else was coming. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath against my ear. "Señora," she whispered. Her voice shook on every syllable. "Please. Listen to me. Tomorrow at dawn, you cannot marry him. You have to run tonight. Whatever you have to do." I sat up sharply. "What are you talking about? Who is he? What is his name?" Her eyes flicked back to the main door. Wide. Terrified. "His name is Iker Vidal-Montenegro," she breathed. "And the last three brides who were brought into this house..."

He took both my hands and looked at me like I was the only person in the world. “Emma,” he started, voice low and steady. “I stood at that altar months ago thinking I was marrying the wrong woman. I was cold. Angry. Scared. But you… you walked down that aisle and changed everything. You taught me how to trust again. How to love. How to fight for something real.” Tears filled my eyes. “I don’t want a perfect marriage,” he continued. “I want our marriage. The messy one. The one where we fight and make up. The one where you paint angry pictures and I finish them with gold. The one where we make babies and face the world together.”

Her next destination, HOME. It was a thirty-minute drive from the store to her house. Carlos was yet to return from work. Unlike their other wedding anniversaries where she had gone all out with decorations, Valerie decided it was best to keep it simple this time. She set the cake on the table and hurried off to her room to freshen up.

Luke was thrown out by security. Even as he was being dragged away, he kept shouting Kayla's name. "Kayla, don't marry him! Please, don't marry him! We're the ones who love each other! I know I messed up before, but please just give me another chance. Don't leave me. I'm begging you!" Luke's voice cracked with desperation, drawing whispers and gasps from the guests. "So the woman Mr. Hudson's been searching for all this time is actually Mr. Graham's bride? What a mess."

“Love, there’s nothing she can do about it. I wanted you to be my wife and the only person that I wanted to marry.” “Thank you Roxy, for loving me this much. I will try my very best to be worthy of your love and I will love you forever.” We decided to engage first. We don’t need to rush things as long as our parents know about our engagements and make sure that everything will go according to our plans. Shane looks so happy just like me and I hope this happiness that we felt right now will last forever.

Already praying Elena and I have a daughter so one of their sons could marry our daughter and hand over our business to them. These people never stop scheming. Just looking at them made me sick. Their schemes wouldn’t work on me. I’d do exactly what the Cross family did. I’d get a damn surrogate. The thought of fucking a doll didn’t really arouse me. Though the thought of getting a reaction out of her might. But Elena... Beside me, Elena stood still and perfect, like porcelain in a glass case. Her dark hair framed her delicate smile, but the smile never touched her eyes. She accepted compliments with nods and polite murmurs, the picture of grace. Like the perfect doll. The perfect Moretti pa

Be careful not to ruin your makeup or hair. Against my skin, the silk felt like water. The fit is perfect. Exactly as I remembered. I stepped out. Looked in the full-length mirror. And started crying. "No crying!" Sophie picked up some tissues. "You'll ruin your makeup!" "I'm unable to stop it. I simply—I look like a bride. A true bride. With a whisper, Catherine replied, "You are a true bride." "Getting married to a man who loves you." Who picked you? Who earned your respect?

“Very convincing.” “I wasn’t trying to convince anyone of anything.” “No?” His hand slides lower, just shy of inappropriate. “Then why does the perfect bride act? The demure smiles, the traditional vows. If you hate this so much, why not fight?” “Maybe I’m choosing my battles.” He laughs, low and dark. “Smart. But it won’t help you.” “Won’t it?” “No.” He spins me, pulls me back harder than necessary. “Because you’re thinking like this is a negotiation. Like if you play nice, if you behave, I’ll eventually soften. Let you have some freedom, some control.” His lips brush my ear. “I won’t.”