Unwanted Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

But seemed like her trying to hide his father's torture was her biggest mistake. "I and Ajax were betrothed to marry from the day I was born, my parents never cared about me or tried to raise me. For them I was just an asset they wanted to use to increase their alliance, Ajax as you know belonged to a very rich family and Ajax' father also had a good relationship with my father so they arranged our marriage. I met him only once before he went overseas for his studies and I got busy in my life but there wasn't a single day I wasn't reminded of Ajax being my future. I had a quiet same fate as Freya before marriage. I was groomed to be a perfect submissive wife of Ajax Steve." Leonard fell sile

Soon, I noticed the smile on everyone's face as I looked around while standing at the altar and it was at that point I realised that the bride had arrived. The crippled lady with her parents who wished to sell their daughter off this way had gotten to the venue. For some reason, I blamed her parents for trying to force their child on me. But she accepted to get married, that is to show how desperate she was too. "Let's welcome the bride of the show!" The priest announced with a loud voice and without hesitation, I turned to the door to see how and what she looked like. 'She must be a devil in sheep's clothing' I said Inwardly as a smirk erupted on my lips while I awaited her sweet looks whic

The wedding reception had scarcely begun, when Dante Castillo gave into boredom and started plotting the fantasy of his exit. Atleast, that, he supposed, was something he had in common with his new bride; The desire to be as far away as possible, from this elaborate spectacle they had unfortunately become an object of. It was a peculiar kind of torture, continually having to endure the patronizing manner and speculative glances on the faces of the wedding guests, most of whom were only seeking to glean some bit of gossip in the guise of wanting to say their congratulations. Their intrusive curiosity was amusing, if not annoying.

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,

Brixlee tried to focus on the task at hand, but her mind was consumed with doubts and fears about the unknown future that lay ahead of her. Brixlee’s grandpa noticed her anxious expression and hurried over to soothe her. "You will be a beautiful bride," her grandpa said, gently patting Brixlee’s arm. "Your groom will be a lucky man to have you as his wife." Brixlee managed a weak smile, but inside, she felt like screaming. Her fate was out of her control, and despite the countless hours of prep and adornment that were being lavished on her, she felt like a prisoner being prepared for sacrifice. It wasn't that she didn't want to get married or start a family, it was just the idea of doing so

The very highly finished mahogany table was cold on my trembling hands. My relatives were seated in front of me, faces twisted into practiced complacency, the smiles strained, set on the parents of my so-called 'bride-to-be.' It was one of those situations you view out of a history film, the only difference being we were greeted with the dignified silence of an upper-class dining room instead of a quill and parchment. An arranged marriage. The words still echoed in my mind as a grim joke.

Playing their game. -Go away. -She said. Brahim stared at her, not understanding anything. The back of his hand caressed her warm cheek. "You're crazy," he swore. He didn't wait for an explanation, he certainly didn't care. The bride, dressed in her enormous, pompous and flashy dress, was left alone in the middle of the aisle. She felt a great emptiness inside her. It was the uncertainty of not knowing who she was or why she ended up in the hands of the Tonali brothers.

"This is absurd. You cannot just swap brides hours before a ceremony like it's a circus." "It is a business necessity!" Richard Hampton barked back, his voice leaving no room for argument. "The contracts are signed under the Beckett-Hampton name. The merger goes through today, or both our companies face total liquidation by morning. It is Nina, or it is ruin so choose, Liam." Even though I had been in love with Liam for so long, this was never how I wanted things to turn out. I didn’t want to get married to him this way, where I was being hated by everyone including my own family. I felt like a monster.

Two women, behind a pillar, were talking about me, and they were not even trying to be quiet about it. “Did you see her? The Hawthorne girl?” “Cassandra? I heard good things about her.” “No, not Cassandra. The other one.” “Why did she dress like that to a formal event?” “You know she is married to Axel. I heard she took Cassandra’s place at the altar.” “She tried to seduce my husband earlier.” “I heard she can’t even shift. Who knows, maybe she is human. Her mother was a whore after all.” I stood very still. Other girls in my place would have slapped them. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even face them.

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know...