The Strongest Bride On Earth Novels & Stories

"I know how you think. I know what you need from a partner. I know what you've been building toward and I know exactly how to help you finish it." Another pause. "Sienna is remarkable. I mean that. But she's not equipped for what comes next. What you're about to face requires someone who understands the full architecture. Someone who built it." The corridor was very quiet. "You engineered the marriage clause," I said. "I created the conditions," she said. "Yes." "You needed Celeste to be the bride so the covenant would force the switch." "I needed you to end up with someone I could work with," she said. "Celeste was always temporary. A structural placeholder."

As soon as we got to where my groom was standing, he took over from my dad gripping my hand tightly. We walked together to the altar and stood facing each other while I wriggled my hand from his grip. For a moment, I stole a glance at him and he was quite handsome even though he wasn't smiling or wasn't happy about the wedding as much as I was. It was written all over me. I took my face to the ground when my groom glared at me. "Do you Nicholas Chadwick take Elina Garcia as your lawfully wedded wife?" asked the priest. "Yes I do" Nicholas replied and I watched him clench and unclench his fist.

Matron looked left and right as if she was sharing a secret with me and then slowly added, “It won’t be the case if she marries a prince, right?” I shrugged, “I am not sure Draken or Edriel like her. Or if she likes them either.” Matron smiled deviously, “No, she has to marry the prince who is the strongest and resourceful of the three. You do know who that is, don't you?” She asked and for a moment I felt as if somebody had snatched the floor from under my feet, making me fall down a bottomless pit. “What are you trying to imply, Matron?”

he said. His voice dropped. Colder. Sharper. More dangerous. “I was supposed to strip you of everything.” The words hit instantly. Her parents froze. Completely. Their expressions changed. Fear. Real fear. For the first time— Aria saw it. “You deceived me,” Adrian continued, his tone steady. “You thought I wouldn’t notice that the bride you gave me was not the one promised.” His grip on Aria tightened slightly. Not hurting. But firm. Unyielding.

When we reached the altar, I turned to face the pack elder officiating the ceremony. He cleared his throat and began. “Brothers and sisters of the pack, we are gathered here under the light of the full moon to witness the sacred mating bond between Lyra Dominic and Adrian Massimo. The mate bond is blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, not to be entered into lightly, but with reverence and eternal commitment…” He droned on about loyalty and the sanctity of the mate bond and forever. Words that meant nothing coming from a man who had no idea what was really happening.

"Carlo, I just knew you'd treat me better than anyone!" With that, everyone's gaze toward me grew even more disdainful. "For the wedding, Carlo even had the airline arrange two exclusive direct flights for us. But in the end, the bride won't be on board." "What's the big deal? Giada is only marrying him to secure a family alliance. Forget the other flights—she'd walk there if she had to." The air around me was thick with mockery. Meanwhile, Carlo's gaze remained entirely on Adriana. He didn't hear a word I said. In the end, I was nothing more than someone watching from the sidelines.

“Marked as taken now, so I guess it’s official.” The Justice of the Peace chuckled. “It is once you kiss your bride.” I lowered my head, our gazes locking. I brushed my mouth over hers, wrapping my hand around her neck, drawing her tight to me and kissing her deeply. It was my right, after all—she was my wife. When I drew back, she opened her eyes, and I was startled at the honest gentleness of her gaze. Her smile was a genuine one and I returned it fully, dropping another swift kiss on her full lips.

"Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness." I wanted to look away, but Zachary's hand forced me to look into the camera. His shoes were trampling all over the crown jewel of a gown that had been torn off its hanger. He spent hours and a mountain of effort bidding on that in an auction. "You're the best fit for a gown, no one else," he once said. Now, he was stepping on that very diamond while forcing me to give my place to his mistress. I didn't bother moving.

"Our sons rule by strength. Your daughter will temper that strength with grace. They'll balance each other." My father raised a glass. "Matteo and Sera. It's a perfect match." "They'll be wed when the time is right." I felt the breath whoosh out of my lungs. Killian turned to look at me slowly, his eyes wide. "What the hell—?"

Genelia's mother responded with her calmest tone with obvious sadness as Diana's eyes enlarged. Even if this thing is happening then it would be a total unfair decision for Bella. At least in case of Genelia and Diana they were married in their legal ages! "This cannot happen, we need stop this!" Diana spoke as her both her mother's and aunt's eyes widened at her audacity. There has always been a rule to regulate the brides before marriages, to make them learn etiquettes. The honour manners the females well for their husband. Bella's life would be so harsh if she will be attacked so suddenly with all those harsh demands of honour.