Unwanted Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

My thumb hovered over the green answer button. For three days, I had waited. Three days of humiliation. Three days of unanswered questions. Three days of watching my name become the country's favorite headline. ABANDONED BRIDE LEFT AT ALTAR. BILLIONAIRE CHOOSES SOCIALITE OVER FIANCÉE. WEDDING OF THE YEAR ENDS IN DISASTER. Every headline reopened the wound. And through it all... Nothing. No call. No message.

I went up to the balcony. The balcony was like a place I went to when my head was full and I just needed to let it out. I went there to cry most times or to scream at the world for being cruel and unfair. I stood at the railing and looked out at the dark garden below. I was getting married. I was getting married to a man I did not know, in few weeks my life would completely change, from the underpaid servant to the wife of one of the wealthiest men in the state. This was crazy.

He asked in a bewildered tone, “I can borrow the cars, that’s no problem, I haven’t driven them since the car show. But dear, I’ve only heard about the convoy to pick up the bride and I’ve never heard of a convoy to send the bride. What kind of absurd rule is this?” Claire answered, “My friend was a resident student back in high school and she was from the rural county at the outskirts of Aurous Hill. Yes, you’re right, traditionally, it’s supposed to be the groom who sends a convoy to pick up the bride. However, the groom’s side despises her, so they’ve intentionally made a harsh request, saying that they won’t be picking up the bride during the wedding and they’ve asked the bride’s side to

Simultaneously I brought my hand closer to her to shake hands, but I was disappointed because she didn't seem to pay attention to me. Instead, she faces my husband again. "Oh, my nephew, you got married already? Why didn't you even invite me? My feelings hurt. Where did you get this woman? She looks ordinary to me. I didn't know that your taste towards women is just plain. I want to introduce you to someone who was the heiress, but I guess I'm late." The sarcastic response of her aunt to Leonard.

Genelia's mother responded with her calmest tone with obvious sadness as Diana's eyes enlarged. Even if this thing is happening then it would be a total unfair decision for Bella. At least in case of Genelia and Diana they were married in their legal ages! "This cannot happen, we need stop this!" Diana spoke as her both her mother's and aunt's eyes widened at her audacity. There has always been a rule to regulate the brides before marriages, to make them learn etiquettes. The honour manners the females well for their husband. Bella's life would be so harsh if she will be attacked so suddenly with all those harsh demands of honour.

“I will never marry you, traitor.” Baxter's expression turns cold. "Listen, Ava, this marriage is nothing personal. It's just business. And if you won't marry me, I'll just move on to your sister, Danny. She's just as pretty as you are." My eyes widen in shock and disgust. "You stay away from my sister," I spat, my fists clenched at my sides. Baxter leans in, his breath hot on my face. "You don't have a choice, Ava. This is how it works in our world. And besides, it's not like I have a choice either. I’m just as much a pawn in this game as you are."

That would show I have an objection against my own marriage, right? Why isn't this Damon not doing anything? Everyone kept quite in the church, considering I didn't know half of the people there at the wedding, I was disappointed no one caused a scene that demanded the wedding to be stopped “Alright then, we may continue “, the priest announced and Damon and I groaned in disappointment “Do you Damon Kingsley; Take Layla Jones to be your wedded wife? To have and to hold, from that day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you apart?

She had come today to destroy the venue and wanted to see what this evil spirit could do. It was time for the wedding and the bride was invited out. Actually, this wedding could be said to be simple and bitter to a certain degree, with no bride's family accompanying, no proper wedding ceremony church, or even no proper guests, what kind of wedding was this? At most, it was just a tragedy that made people see it as a joke.

When she got off work in the afternoon and rushed to the hospital, Adrian asked her where Bad Uncle had gone. "Your bad uncle was sold to South Africa by human traffickers to be a child bride," Stella replied fiercely. "Oh, what is a child bride?" Adrian asked curiously. "Er... A child bride is... is the daughter-in-law of a rich man in old days who was bought for his son..." Stella felt that her son's brain was very abnormal. "Oh, it turns out that a wife can be bought. Did bad uncle buy you back then, Darling?" Stella was at a loss for words.

Her heels echoed through the hall as she stepped off the stage. And just like that—everything shifted. I felt it. The realization as it dawned. The name that carried power in its bones. The name I never flaunted but one I was born from. I saw it on their faces — the sudden calculation in their eyes. The way their gaze changed when they looked at me now. The woman in the red dress who had just burned her marriage to ash wasn’t simply a wife scorned. She was a Saavedra and Montreal. I was not just a random girl Regan Del Valle married.