The Rebound Bride 소설 & 이야기

Without looking out, she was never going to find that out. “Yes, darling! We know who the groom is. That’s why we are here. We want to show Dia Lucrii that they won this town; we do. Come on, corporate. We are just teaching you how to pleasure your man better. We will leave everything intact; we just want to have some fun. I have never fucked someone’s bride,” goon 2 winked at her. “Do you even know who I am?” yelled Rose. Tears had now started streaming down her face. “I am the Woolridge Princess!”

My gaze was sharp as a blade, forcing her to keep shrinking backward. "Chloe, I'm genuinely curious. Can you teach me how a bride who never left the camera frame for even one second, in front of one hundred and fifty thousand people...managed to project her soul out of her body, teleport to the second-floor lounge, and pin you against the wall?" On screen, the comments were scrolling like a blizzard. [CALL THE POLICE. Arrest this lying fake-ass bitch.] [The bride was interacting with us the whole time. She didn't even go to the bathroom. Are you saying she assaulted her using telepathy?]

"I'll have someone pick you up tomorrow, Hannah. You'll definitely be satisfied with the wedding gown this time." He squeezed my hand after saying that, then turned and stepped into the car bound for the airport. I saw the wedding gown the following day and found it absolutely stunning. I was later told by the manager of the boutique that Draco had commissioned over a hundred designers to work around the clock and finish the wedding gown, naming it "Anah." Upon wearing the wedding gown, the entire room appeared to gleam with radiance, and even my plain countenance was rendered noticeably striking by contrast. "I like the wedding gown Hannah is wearing, Mason!"

he went on, Aunty Lisa was so confused . “What is going on,” She asked after she’d unwrapped a piece of chewable and thrown it in her mouth. “ This bride , thinks she can not make it because she is still in love with her ex, who left her to die in the trap house, and is…..” he was cut off immediately. “ Hold on, in the trap house!” Auntie Lisa exclaimed. “Yaa,” Shatra responded, I closed my eyes because I thought that he might recognize me. “ Bitch, look at me,” Auntie Lisa asked me.

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.

W‍e had be​en through tw‌o lives o⁠f pain to get to‌ t‌his moment. "Where is‍ the l‍ittle one?" he asked. ‌"Sleeping," I said. "For the first time in h‌is life, he’s in a room tha⁠t belongs to‌ hi​m." We wal‍k⁠ed inside tog​ether. The hou‍se w‍as full of ligh‌t. I fe⁠lt like the Reborn Bride ha‌d f‍inally found her ho‌me. I sat down a​t my desk and opened my lapto‌p.⁠ I had one‍ last thing to do. I dele‍ted the vide‍o file fr⁠om the memory card. The evidence had⁠ been giv‍en to the p⁠olic⁠e, and I didn't‍ want to see that balcony ever again.‍

“Tiana, come back to me, okay? This time, I’ll give you the grandest wedding. You’ll wear the most beautiful wedding dress.” Zack frowned and kicked him away. “Don’t touch my wife.” Watching Shawn fall to the ground, I thought of the child I had lost, and my eyes welled up with tears. “Shawn, you disgust me.” My whole body trembled, but the tears still flowed down my cheeks. “Five years ago, when you made me wear a bridesmaid’s dress, I was carrying your child! That night, you never came looking for me in that heavy rain. You didn’t care whether a pregnant woman like me might be in danger.

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.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

Scarlett LEANED AGAINST the back wall of the barn and watched the bride spin around the dance floor. Benji's parody song of the B52's Love Shack played through the speakers. The day was almost over. She couldn't believe how many times they'd had a near disaster, starting with the surprise flower arch the bride had thrown at her first thing in the morning. Scarlett had realized too late this bride's methods, how she'd manipulated Scarlett into going above, beyond and farther than was reasonable.