Two Brides One Tragic Twist Novels & Stories

Then, thinking her mom was calling, she headed downstairs. Her feet barely touched the ground floor when the TV screen flickered to life, blaring the 10am news in urgent, pulsing tones. "Tragedy has struck the fashion world. Christian Bridges, renowned model, heir to the Bridges fashion empire, and Vesper magazine's coveted cover star, has been involved in a horrific accident. Reports indicate that the accident was severe, and Christian is currently being treated in the ICU unit..."

At 10:00 am the next morning, the island sunlight was blinding. The wedding venue was extravagantly luxurious. A towering champagne display reflected shards of golden light while business elites and socialites mingled beneath the floral arches. I stood at the end of the aisle wearing a gray bridesmaid dress. Laughter and whispers drifted around me from time to time. "Look at that. The actual fiancee got shoved into a bridesmaid dress. That's a new one." "Trevor's really gone too far this time. He's humiliating Helena in front of everyone."

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"By tomorrow morning, the news will report that the 'Unwanted Bride' and the 'Chen Executioner' died in each other's arms. A tragedy for the ages. Meanwhile, Celeste Harrington will be 'recovering' in a private facility under Grandfather’s care." "And me?" Damien asked. "You’re the loose end, Damien. And I’ve always been very good at cutting strings." Suddenly, the heavy hum of a second engine vibrated through the pavement. A nondescript silver sedan sped around the corner, its tires screeching against the wet asphalt. It didn't slow down. It slammed into the side of Vivienne’s SUV with a bone-jarring crunch. The impact sent Vivienne spinning. Her gun went off, the bullet whizzing past my ea

His hand found my waist, warm and solid through the thin fabric of my dress. "You're up early." I leaned into him, feeling the strength of his body against mine. "I couldn't sleep." He kissed my temple, his lips lingering. "What were you thinking about?" I turned to face him, my hands resting on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms, steady and strong. "About the beginning. About how I was the wrong bride." He pulled me close, his arms strong around me. "You were never the wrong bride." I looked at him. "I signed Isabella's name. I wore her dress. I married you as her."

Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .

Something big. I took another cautious step backward. “I don’t know who either of you are...” I looked down at the wedding ring on my finger. “...but I know one thing.” Both of them looked at me. “I married one of you today.” Silence. My eyes moved from Kai to Draven and back again. “So...” I whispered. “Which one of you is my husband?”

Hello Lovely Readers, First of all, thank you so much for giving the book Bride In Blue a try. It really means a lot to me. The book Bride In Blue has ended but not the story of Anvi and Nikhil. There is still a lot of things left. This was a tale of a forced marriage that wasn't destined to end well. Even though they eventually ended up falling for each other but what if Anvi would have been like Ahana or what if Nikhil would have been a person like Ankit. The marriage would have been a total disaster. The reasons for the broken marriage would be revealed in the next part.

"Get off me!" But, one man smack her neck using the gun he was holding; though he was a bit amused with her fragile neck for a bit. The bride passed out and carried her like a sack of rice. The groom was about to run but— Everyone was shocked when one man shot his gun towards the grooms leg, but the shot was purposely not intended to hit so it only made a slip to the groom's pants. The tragedy happened so fast that they leave the church with terror news. THE DAUGHTER OF THE NUMBER ONE MULTIBILLIONAIRE IS KIDNAPPED