The Ruined Bride Novels & Stories

The walls creaked ominously as the statues began to move. And the First Bride raised her ruined hand, pointing straight at Camela. “Now, bride…take your step.”

“She doesn’t have long left. We just wanted her to have her wish.” “I know,” Luca replied, his voice softening. “That’s why I agreed to the ceremony. But Bianca is innocent. You don’t get to hurt her.” Another pause. “Try to do it again,” he warned quietly, “and I won’t forgive it.” My heart tightened. My suitcase slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor. So, this wedding— the wedding I poured my heart into— had been nothing but a lie. Never meant for me at all. I covered my mouth to stifle a sob, but the tears came anyway.

Pippa mutters under her breath, making a point to aim her eyes at his groin. The douche in a suit’s jaw snaps shut. “I think you just ruined a thousand dollar suit,” he growls. “Oh I get it,” Pippa barks. “You use expensive suits to cover up the fact that you’ve got the worst fucking personality on the planet. Not to mention, you just ruined hours of hard work.” Pippa points to the colorful globs of icing lining the pavement. A woman in white—who I’m guessing must be the bride—steps forward. “We’ll see what we can salvage,” she offers. “It really only looks like a few things got ruined.”

"Behind the iron gates, my family was probably congratulating themselves on cutting out the infection. They thought they had broken me. They thought the girl who once sat at the head of the Sterling table had finally been reduced to nothing. They were wrong. A cold, sharp clarity settled into my bones as I walked. The humiliation, the betrayal, the freezing night none of it mattered anymore. Something harder had taken root in the hollow space where my heart used to be. Despite everything, they had forgotten one crucial truth. I am a Sterling. I never give up without a fight. And I never fight a battle I cannot win. Julian stole my fortune, my dignity, and the night I had saved for a lifetime

I picked it up and tilted it to the light. THE FIRST BRIDE WAS NOT HIS. My breath seized for a while as I recognized the handwriting. The looping K and the slanted B. I had seen it on a dozen letters and a single ruined treaty copy. It belonged to the woman the crown had declared dead three years ago. I stared at Irabella who was still sleeping, and the world tilted beneath me. If the dead bride had written this, then at least one of the three might still be alive. And the woman in front of me had known exactly where to hide the proof.

Traumatized in both body and mind, she never recovered after returning to her hometown. As her hometown was conservative in its values, she was met with harsh judgment once word spread that she had been pregnant out of wedlock and abandoned by a wealthy man. Even her family treated her as a disgrace. She later married a local widower with a violent temper. Their life was turbulent, and she was often seen with bruises. The once bright and lively woman was gone. Though still in her twenties, she looked a decade older. She was worn down by hardship. It was said she often stared blankly at a cheap gold-plated bracelet and absentmindedly rubbed it. It was as if she recalled a fleeting illusion of

As soon as it switched off, I lay on the bed, there cold caving inside me. I'd taken my own creative liberties with telling the story, especially at the end to make it sexier. There was no kingdom or princess and no man in the original story. It was something much more tragic. In the original story, the Lost Bride was from a small family, her beauty and kindness an influence to others. The family, after poverty became desperate, giving her away as a last resort. After her escape she’d found the tree and ate its fruit, turning into a bird. She flew back home, perching on her family's roof, only to be caught by her brothers whose hearts had turned cruel in her absence. She was trussed up and u

" Veronica was left speechless, her face twisted with resentment as she glared at me. … Three days later, Veronica's wedding and mine were held at the same hotel. In the dressing room, she glanced at my wedding dress with a mocking smile. "Even if you dress beautifully, what's the point? You're still marrying a cripple who can't stand. "Oh right, a cripple can only sit in a wheelchair. He probably won't be able to satisfy you in bed either. How pitiful. You'll have to take the initiative, won't you? "I also heard he doesn't have much time left. Once you marry him, you might end up a widow for life. Unlike me—I have Lex's love, and we even have a child together."

I said while repeating what the priest saying and looking at my bride iris. "I, Iris Lou Clifford take you Eliot Hunter Hamilton to be my spouse. I guarantee to be genuine to you in great times and in terrible, in ailment and in wellbeing. I will adore you and respect you all the days of my life." She said while smiling me. I can't bear to see her happy like that while I'm feeling guilty for the sin that I've done to her.

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .