Novel & Cerita The Village Bride

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

He didn’t even bother to wear their native colors. My gaze travelled back up and I noticed the scar running across his left cheek, making him look even more intimidating. I bet he could break skulls with his bare hands. “Hey,” the other woman’s voice snapped behind me. I turned back to her. Most of them were watching the stage and appeared not to care about the rest of the conversation anymore. “What’s the bride hunt?” I asked again. The name alone sounded like something I didn’t want to be a part of.

"Enough with the nonsense. Hurry up and get dressed. Lex is already waiting downstairs." With that, my mother yanked me out of bed. Once I got in the car, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I didn't open them again until the car pulled into a remote alley on the outskirts of town. We had arrived at the bridal shop Veronica had chosen. The moment we walked in, she pointed to a wedding dress and smiled. "Catherine, this one suits you best. Go try it on." Numbly, I let the sales assistant lead me into the fitting room.

Raeleigh pulled her suitcase and sidestepped Santiago, continuing to walk forward. Santiago grabbed her suitcase, but she didn't let it go, "I can do it myself." "Let me." Santiago took a step forward. Raeleigh stared at him without saying a word. Under her penetrating gaze, he slowly released his grip. She turned around, pulled her luggage with her and walked through the village as she watched the changes in Waverly Village and the well-decorated wedding lanterns. At least others had a wedding when they got married. She hadn't gotten anything when she got married, not even a single stalk of flower.

He never imagined I would be unhappy in my marriage. He said he would use his connections to help me get a divorce. But before I could hear back from Tom, I was beaten to death by a drunken Mark that very night. Now, the villagers were all saying what a pity it was that someone as outstanding as me couldn't find a good match. The college entrance exams hadn't been reinstated yet. Tom couldn't do farm work, and his family had long since fallen from grace. Even the ugliest girl in the village wouldn't consider marrying Tom Quinn.

There's a custom in our village. Before getting married, every man has to bring his girlfriend to the chapel to pay their respects. If they come back out safely, it means the couple is destined to live happily together for the rest of their lives. Both of my younger brothers are married at 20. Meanwhile, I'm 30 and still single. It's not that I don't want to settle down, but every girlfriend I bring into the chapel ends up breaking up with me after she comes out. Some even try to kill me. My new girlfriend thinks our village is hopelessly backward and insists on going inside. My father, the village chief, brings her in himself. When they come back out, she pins me to the ground and tri

The priest announced, “You will now be tied to each other forever. You may kiss the bride now.” Georgina so naturally held his hand which he tried to takeout but she was firmed in her hold. She gave him confused looks; he just grabbed her hand seeing the people around. She smiled happily thinking, it must be miff of her imagination. Everything is just fine with Prince Adam. He moved forward and just peck her lips, making her smile in delight...she shuddered with his touch but he was numb with hatred and anger burning in his veins. Priest declares their marriage is complete and both are husband-wife now.

Her lips moved behind the fabric, muffled words escaping her throat, struggling to be heard. He leaned in closer. “Say it louder!” Her crown shimmered brightly. The silk pressed down harder against her mouth. Only a whisper slid out—delicate and weak. “Help me.” The First Bride tilted her head, her veil fluttering in the fierce wind while her smile widened. “She doesn’t need your flames, Fox. All she needs is the door. That’s what brides are meant for.” Vincent growled low in his throat, his chest trembling with anger. “She is not yours.”

Her hair was tied in a loose bun, and her green eyes shone, looking lost among everyone. She went to her grandmother and sat with her. I looked down and started checking my schedule for the day. After some time, a lawyer came and gave us or else said to give me the most shocking news. Get married to a girl who is not over 16, as I remember Mr. Williams used to talk about her being in school. Now, why would he want me to get married to a kid and then to his granddaughter? My head started hurting thinking about this. She is nowhere near a woman. Looking at her body, I can tell that her melons are not even developed yet, and they want me to get married to her. Wow, just wow.

The other maid burst into laughter, "Sorry, but I found that question funny; treat her nice? they've never; sometimes, she doesn't eat anything during Christmas; all she does is do dishes and wash clothes. They've never given her gifts or bought her clothes, beat her mercilessly at any opportunity they get for any mistake, while their bratty daughter enjoys all the luxury, she, on the other hand, enjoys all the suffering, I think what you've just witnessed is a perfect example of how badly she is treated, I mean, who slapped a bride two days to her wedding" " A bride?! Wedding?!", She exclaimed, she was so surprised cause there wasn't any sign that a wedding was on the way, " Yes, a wedding,