The Titan Bride Novels & Stories

It takes me a second to react to her words, being distracted by being so close to her. But then the plea in her voice, the urgency of her tone breaks through the haze. “What danger, mate?” I ask, unable to let go of her face. “Queen Titania – stars! It’s too much to explain. I’m the product of an infidelity on Oberyn’s part and she has punished my bloodline for years. You are the key to me being set free. If she finds out that we’re mates, she’ll kill both of us.” Bridget’s voice is full of fear and it’s all I can do not to run out of the room and take care of the threat to her.

Her mind was consumed with the memories that had resurfaced and the overwhelming uncertainty of her own feelings. As they stepped through the grand wooden doors of the church, the soft creaking sound echoed through the empty hall. The guests, who had been left bewildered by Elma's sudden departure, turned their attention to the returning bride. Whispers and concerned glances followed her every move, creating a palpable tension in the air. Elma could feel their eyes on her, but she remained resolute, focused on the task at hand.

Some of them looked at Enola curiously; others held back smiles, waiting for Reginald’s response. “And what do you think that new face is?” Reginald stared coldly at his niece. “The Elysian Reserve Project.” Enola stared straight ahead, her voice steady. The room instantly fell silent. Damian glanced at Enola. He looked at the screen as Enola pressed the remote button, and the large screen in front of them displayed a modern presentation with images of a luxurious vineyard under the new brand “Elysian Reserve by Spark Cassel.”

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

“She is a Blackwood, Valencia. They don't just leave legacies; they leave traps.” “‘You’ve only inherited the throne,’” I repeated, glancing at Mia, who was asleep in the adjacent seat. “What throne? I destroyed the mountain. I locked the cages. There is no throne left.” “The throne isn't a chair in a mountain, child,” Maria said, finally meeting my gaze. “It’s the Titan system. It’s the billions in untraceable assets. It’s the power to end wars or start them. And right now, it’s pulsing inside your veins.”

Dominic's POV I was driving past the bridal shop when I saw her. Grandma had set up another blind date for tonight. I took the long way around the city just to avoid the restaurant. Then I caught the flash of white in the window. A bride yanking a curtain open so hard the rings rattled. I slowed the car without thinking. It was her. Sabrina Winston. The girl who showed up at Titan Capitals six months ago with those damn strawberry tarts. The one I had been trying to push out of my head ever since.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

Her surname was her mother's maiden name. Grace Adaeze Bridges. Dead four years. Naomi had taken her mother's surname name after she died and quietly buried the one she was born with, the one on her original birth certificate that Darius had spent most of the night tracking down through Lagos civil records and a contact who owed him a favour. I read the name on that birth certificate slowly. Then I sat back in my chair and looked at the ceiling for a long moment. NAOMI COLE. Cole. As in Vivienne Cole. As in the woman who was supposed to be standing at my altar yesterday morning. As in the real bride.

“You know,” Titan murmurs, his voice unusually quiet, “I waited so long for my mate that I almost convinced myself I never had one.” Maxine blinks. “What? How could that be? From everything you’ve told me—” “I know.” His gaze drifts away from hers. “But ever since I was a child… There were rumours.” A knot formed in Maxine’s stomach. “What kind of rumours?” For several seconds, Titan remains silent. His eyes lowered to the polished wooden desk between them. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper. “A prophecy.”

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”