The Village Bride Novels & Stories

Adora explained, "Many of the villagers left to work in the cities. When they earned enough, they came back to fix up their homes. Some even brought back girlfriends… but most of them were essentially trafficked." The young men in the village had long realized they couldn’t get married through normal means. So, they took factory jobs, used charm and lies to lure naïve, undereducated women, and brought them back here as unwilling brides.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

"The groom, do you take the beautiful bride beside you as your lawful wife, for richer or poorer..." "I... do." The woman's voice came muffled through her mask, low and strained. Below the stage, the guests whispered among themselves, all sighing over how deeply devoted Christine, the eldest daughter of the Moore family, was to me. "Ms. Moore is truly in love. I heard she suddenly came down with a terrible fever last night, but even wearing a mask today, she still insisted on going through with this wedding. She couldn't bear to disappoint Tony Shane, her childhood sweetheart."

he answered, still not looking up. Silence followed as she didn’t speak up. Xavier looked up at her, only to find her whole focus on the stage where the marriage was going on. The bride on the stage was asked by the priest if she would take the groom as her lawful husband. “I won’t. This trash can doesn’t even deserve to stand here,” the bride said, making the whole crowd go silent. The girl pulled up her veil, smashing it on the ground. “What… what are you doing, Asha?” the groom looked horrified by her words as he tried to handle the situation while gripping the girl’s hand.

“I like them tall, dark, and handsome.” “He’s tall and handsome.” “He also lives here.” She sighs, stretching her legs out and dipping her toes in the water. “Plus, you know I’m spoken for.” Her tone drops, edging on disappointment. I purse my lips and look out at the sweeping green hills hugging the village, watching as the group of girls runs up one of them. “So was I, apparently, but no one had paid my bride price yet. It was all talk between my father and the patriarch of Navvan before that from what Mercy told me. Your father and the patriarch of Teshka haven’t come to any agreements yet either.”

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

because it would lead her to Lytio's house faster. By Ignas, please let her sister be alive. Let it not be that this evil that lived in her, had killed her; That she had killed her. Before she got there though, she heard the rumours that had been circulating while she had been lost in her unconscious state. "The Bride was attacked last night." One of the people walking on the road said. "So, I heard." "There is a monster in our village." A frail voice filled with fear added. "I said it before that I saw something on that day but you didn't believe me."

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.