Novel & Cerita The Seventh Bride Of The President Novel Pdf

Even she herself had to gasp. "This is signed Samantha Whyte... Daughter of our President or is my eyes deceiving me?" Ford comes to stand beside her and nods calmly. "It is really from her." Darlene goes to him and drags him away from her side. "Don't you know it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride on the morning of the wedding?" Tanya rolls her eyes. "Such sad traditions." Sue holds in her shriek. "How are you so calm?" She asks Ford, who's totally unfazed even though his wife to be received gifts and a job offer from the daughter of the country's President.

Beside her straw mat, there were Jeffrey and several bodyguards. William could not help stealing a glance at the president’s expression. He feared that the president had never experienced such a harsh place before, but surprisingly, President Morgan seemed to be in a good mood. Melanie stared at the commotion inside the house. People were drinking and making noise, and the red light reflected from the window of the inner room. Presumably, tonight was the wedding night for Paul Brewster and his new bride. "Are you determined to meddle in others' affairs?" Jeffrey asked in a cold voice.

Casually taking a sip. “I want you to be my bride.” My mind went blank instantly when he confirmed it the second time. ‘Bride?’ “Bride? That’s not a good joke, President Lu!” Yes, he must be joking. It’s impossible that he wanted me to be his bride. Besides, we don’t know each other well, so this is not real. “Who says I’m joking? I’m serious about it, Ms. Su. I want you to be my bride. I don’t want to repeat it for the third time.”

"I heard that the man is not from Jingling, a freelancer ...... tsk tsk, what a good life, to marry the president's daughter!" "Freelance? How much money can he earn? Can you afford the bride price?" Bride price? Old Lady Situ couldn't help but roll her eyes. She hadn't seen a single penny! The wedding house and banquet were all prepared by Situ Yan, the man didn't have a dime at all, and even his job was made up! However, the old madam would only keep this in her heart and think silently, after all, she had to take into account the reputation of the Presidential Mansion, and it would not be good for her to spread the word.

Why is she at my wedding and more importantly, where is my bride? "Sir, your bride ran away." Dan, my assistant whispered to me when he went beside me… "What—" "But your father said you have to continue the ceremony. You just got appointed as the President of Empire Gray. A false bride will create a big scandal and will put your current position at risk." I clenched my jaws and looked at my dad who was watching silently. My eyes then went to the crowd and they were all anticipating the kiss. Fck! My wedding is private. Even the identity of my bride is a secret from the public and they don't have any idea that this woman isn't supposed to be my bride.

The only sound was how the forks clinked, how the plates moved, the servants passing wine and fruit. But Damian did not speak until the end of dinner when he stood up, everyone went silent. He rested one hand on the table, his eyes moving from wife to wife before settling directly on me again. “I have an announcement” He said and my stomach tightened. The wives straightened, their faces were expectant. Damian lifted his chin slightly, voice steady and clear. “Tomorrow, Aria will be introduced publicly as my seventh bride.” He said and the entire hall went frozen. My breath caught, Celine gasped Vivian's fork slipped from her hand Isolde stared in disbelief Mariana looked like she wanted to t

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I have another book ongoing as well and don’t want to put either of them on hiatus because they both have their unique readership base so I hope you understand. For those who read *President Tony, let’s perfect our marriage, * and request for a sequel, I have discussed with my editor and as such, there will be no sequel but I will be uploading about ten chapters next month (April), focusing on how Brian and Kisha are able to make it in their relationship in spite of their difference.

“I’ve asked Freya to look after them. Wesley…” “The apartment is ready. Let me drive you there now.” With that, Wesley and Catherine got into the car. The radio in the car was broadcasting some local news. “According to an informed source, President Hill, the wealthiest man in Australia, has spent 300 million dollars on his fiancée’s wedding gown. Apparently, President Hill has prepared the dress for two years. The two of them have been in a relationship for four years and are finally getting married.”

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..."