Unwanted Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lara reached for the door, already smiling for the cameras. I got out from the car first. Flashbulbs went off before I could take a second step. A man shouted, “Mrs. Blackwood! Over here!” Then another voice, and another, until my name rolled down the carpet. They knew exactly who I was. The replacement bride who married Blackwood in the middle of a scandal. I stood in the light, in a dress that looked like it came from the bottom of a cupboard, and didn’t move. Behind me, I heard Dorian get out of the car. He had told me to stay in the shadows, and I had just put myself in front of every camera in the city.

He paused, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “But in return, you belong to me. This is not a business partnership. This is an acquisition. You will take my name. You will move into this house permanently. You will appear at my side at every gala, every meeting, every public event as my wife. Your inheritance, when we recover it, will be tied directly to Cross Holdings. You will be completely, entirely mine. Do you understand the weight of that signature?” A fake marriage. Total surveillance. Becoming the property of the most dangerous predator in the city. It was exactly what Sarah had warned me against. It was a deal with the devil.

She looked so tiny next to the aggressive crowd of reporters sticking microphones in her face. "Miss Grey! Did you trick Mr. Knight into marrying you?" "Lila, is it true your family is broke and you’re just doing this for the cash?" She just stood there. Her eyes looked dead, staring straight ahead like she was a ghost. She didn't say a single word, completely frozen from the pressure. The reporters focused on me as I started walking up the steps. Everyone went quiet for a second, leaning in, waiting for the ruthless CEO to finally speak up, maybe yell at the press, or say something to his new bride.

The other stayed locked on my hip, holding me in place like I might try to run. Three hours ago I stood in front of a lot of people and said “I do” to a man who thought I was my sister. Now that same man was fucking me against the wall of a bedroom that smelled like money and expensive cologne, and every rough thrust reminded me exactly how little choice I had left. My name is Sloane Vex. I was never supposed to be the bride. And I wasn’t the type to be forced into marrying someone I had never wanted. I have always believed that particular fate would simply pass me by.

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."

The uncomfortable tension between the bride and groom permeated the entire dining room. Bree could feel a crawling in her skin that made every inch of her body itch. All she wanted to do was rip her skin off, but since that wouldn’t solve the problem, she did her best to ignore both of them, praying it would all be over soon, and she could get on a plane back to Nashville and never think about any of these people again.

Our terms were virgins only, choice of the bride, help for the village in lean years, and no killing of humans unless they breached the contract. They had little choice but to accept; we made sure of that. A young female was sacrificed and we flew away lighter of heart. During the next twenty-five years, it was hard to hide our jealousy after Laryn and his first bride fell in love. The urge to steal her began sneaking into my and Bastian's thoughts. Sarn's bride went crazy and was subdued at all times for her own safety. It didn't stop Sarn from caring for her even when it would have been better to let her jump from a tower like Bastian's bride.

What a pain. She exhales out a loud, deep breath as if she is controlling her outburst. She looks restless, "I'm calling Ashar, but he's not picking up his phone. Two thousand people from all over the country and even from overseas are coming to the wedding. If the bride wouldn't be on time, it will spoil the image of the two families. You don't understand how much good reputation is important for Hobsons. I'm going to put a thick veil on your face, so no one would recognize you. Your height, weight and body shape matches with mine. No one will find out, believe me." She is right about our weight, but not height. She is few inches taller. But this doesn't solve the problem. It's impossible.

'' before i could say anything else we were interrupted. '' mother, father what are you doing here on such short notice and why wasnt i told before hand that you were coming here to begin with.'' Ace says coming from nowhere in particular when did he arrive here. '' we are here to meet our apparent daughter in-law that we had never heard of, one that we heard from the news and one that we were not invited to the wedding.'' his mother said in and angry voice. '' why the fuck did you not let us know that you are married and we find out after one fucking month didnt you think we deserved to know the fucking truth.'' his dad says anger lacing in his voice.

She then lay on her mind that night,with the thought of everything. She suddenly becoming the unwanted bride ,she sleeping in her room the first night of her wedding and she not having her partner behind her . She smile at the thought of it all ,as the tears she was holding finally fall from her eyes . She immediately wipe it off with the back of her hands as she lay sleeplessly at the bed , awaiting sleep to come to her but he remind was too pre occupied for the sleep to come took her . She turn to the other side , wincing in pain and auguish,she wished she could be alright.