Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.

He didn’t look at her, eyes fixed on the road ahead, but every word carried authority, demanding obedience even without a glance. Amara swallowed. “I—I suppose… to be married to you?” A low, humorless chuckle escaped him. “Suppose? No. That’s exactly why you’re here. Don’t think of it as marriage. Think of it as… ownership. And ownership comes with rules.” Her stomach twisted. Ownership. The word burned like acid in her chest. But she forced herself to sit straighter, forcing her terror into silence. “Rules?” “Yes,” he said simply. “You follow them. You survive. You disobey… and you learn the consequences.”

She would not even be surprised, they all acted weirdly, except Grandma, of course. She shook her head, she was watching too many true crimes lately. But her mind kept traveling to the image. She could just imagine how the news of her death would be reported on the TV news. An unwary Miami bride thought she had struck gold when she married the billionaire. Little did she know she know she would end up being chased in the woods at the next full moon for the symbolic bride porridge. And then the presenter, who looked like he might get sick, would go on to say the images were too gory to show.

Sameera And Zahir's Nikkah Part One. Hayat's Pov. Happiness is what I feel for my best friend who deserves the entire world for what she has done for me in my times of need. Today is her nikkah, Sameera promised that she wouldn't go all bridezilla but guess what? She is doing it right now. Yeah being a bridezilla because the makeup artist is late and the time for her nikkah is about an hour and a half.

The apartment was full of books, art, music—signs of a complex personality at odds with Jane's description. "People can surprise you," she echoed his words from the night before. "Indeed they can." Something shifted in his expression—a crack in the cold facade. "For instance, I was surprised to discover my arranged bride had sent an imposter in her place. Almost as surprised as when I learned why." "Why what?" "Why Jane couldn't face me herself." His knuckles whitened around his wine glass. "Tell me, did she mention Marcus Kane when she convinced you to take her place?"

She could never own his heart, only Clarice could. “Mr. Rodriguez when is the wedding” A reporter asked but he ignored her he unlink his hands and walked away “Very soon” Nora answered before posing one more time then headed inside “Damian darling what happened “ nora asked “Don't try to act like my wife nora” he said “Damian dont be rude ok, and Nora is your wife” his mum said in her voice leaving no room for arguments. The hall buzzed with quiet excitement Crystal chandeliers shone overhead casting a soft ambience across the elegantly dressed guest laughter and clinking of glasses, low conversations filled the air Damian sat beside Nora his expression unreadable, his fingers tapped on the

Heavier than the blue silk, covered in thousands of tiny obsidian shards that caught the light like frozen tears. "The Unwanted Bride is dead," the Architect whispered as the doors closed. "Long live the Vane." We ascended, not to the hotel, but to a private hanger near the capital. As I dressed in the black gown, my fingers brushed against a small, hard object hidden in the hem. I pulled it out. It was a bobby pin. A simple, professional bobby pin, identical to the ones Sarah had used. Pinned to it was a tiny, handwritten note:

The whispers were growing louder. They moved quietly at first. Soft whispers. Low murmurs. Side glances. But with every passing minute, they grew louder. More confident. More cruel. The guests shifted in their seats. Some leaned toward each other. Others covered their mouths as they spoke, pretending to be polite while feeding on the shame unfolding before them. Hours had passed. And still, the bride was still standing alone at the altar. No groom. No explanation. Just silence.

Her heart dropped to her stomach; Bruce would finally open her veil and see who was behind it. He reached out for her veil and slowly opened it. He widened his eyes in surprise; this wasn't the woman he was supposed to marry! He opened his mouth to say something, but words seemed to have disappeared from his mouth. Everyone still watched on, remembering his reputation might be at stake if he hesitated; he kissed her, but it was not a passionate kiss, as he didn't want to kiss the woman who was supposed to be his sister-in-law! Their parents had noticed the change but kept quiet about it.

Temi grabbed the phone before the second buzz finished, expecting another cryptic threat. It wasn't a text this time. It was a news alert. Adrian's eyes snapped open the second she made a small, strangled sound in her throat, and within seconds he was beside her, reading over her shoulder, both of them staring at the same headline in silence. Exclusive: New Bride's Financial Troubles Revealed. Inside Temi Callahan's Struggling Studio and the Desperate Deal That Saved It. "They didn't wait for the fifty thousand," Temi said, her voice barely above a whisper.