What The Bride Said Novels & Stories

It was bizarre, to say the least. The old me would've thought his gesture meant that I mattered to him, at least in some way. Now, I wouldn't even hire him to be the opening act for a cheap circus with abused animals. Zachary strode back to me and clamped a hand around my chin. He held up his phone with his other hand and pointed its camera at my face. "Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness."

Then delivered the words that shattered the room. “The wedding venue just exploded.” Silence. Then— “The bride was the target.”

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

It worked. He came straight to me, brushed a curl behind my ear, and whispered, "Missed you." I leaned into him. "I almost broke and called you last night." He chuckled. "I’d have answered. Always will." Naomi clapped her hands. "Okay! Everyone to the table. Let’s practice sitting still and pretending we’re dignified tomorrow." We all laughed and gathered around. Raymond said a quick prayer. Then the toasts began. Beatrice raised her glass first. "To the bride and groom. For choosing love. Not the easy kind, not the perfect kind, but the kind that grows in the quiet, in the work, in the waiting."

I said. The bride smiled at me, her face radiating with happiness. She was wearing a white bridal dress with sparkles and beads. "Hello, I'm Zinnia." She said with a smile. "You're looking gorgeous," "Thank you," she replied with a soft smile. "Let's get started," I said telling her how she needed to stand. I told her to pose as I started taking pictures of the gorgeous bride in front of me. I really enjoyed capturing happy moments; wedding was one of them. Everyone was smiling and looking happy for the couple while they were lost in each other's eyes dancing on the floor.

The day I caught Joel Kemper in bed with another woman, she slashed up her own face. Joel pulled her tightly into his arms, refusing to let me see her no matter how hysterical I got. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at me. "This is all my fault, Valerie. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I'm begging you. Don't go after her." After that day, Joel gave up every shred of privacy. He handed over his phone every day and even installed hidden cameras throughout his car. If a female patient so much as texted him, I would question him over and over, and he never once complained. He went along with everything, asking only that I take him back. Then, three days before our we

I turn to see the registrar who was standing beside us. After saying the vows. I expected the registrar to say you may now kiss the bride but he didn't. I heave a sigh of relief. I glanced at Hunter to see him still staring at me. What's wrong with my face. I raised my eyebrows in a questioning manner making him smirk and wink at me.

Her tone shifted slightly, curiosity mixing with concern. My shoulders tensed as memories of that night surfaced. I hesitated, unsure how much to tell her. Knowing her temper, if I said too much, she might storm off immediately and confront my stepmother herself. So, I kept it simple. “I got married,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You could call it a shotgun wedding.” Her reaction was instant. “Married?” she repeated, her expression turning serious. “Arianna, aren’t you too young for that? I hope he’s not taking advantage of you.”

’ The traditional response would have been ‘I do’, instead I replied, ‘my water broke’. ‘What? Now?’, Raphael sounded bewildered. ‘No, yesterday. Of course, it’s now’, I snapped at him, the wedding forgotten. I must be the only bride in history who forgets her wedding while it’s happening. Raphael, still looking dazed at my announcement, stood where I left him.

I. "It would have been helpful if you had informed me earlier. She gazed at him in disbelief as he spoke to her in a calm manner, despite his still-red eyes. She was at a loss for words and unsure of what to make of the situation. "I won't harm you if you tell me the truth." He stated. "Now I know why you don't want to be my bride." "I never said that!" She protested loudly. After a moment of silent contemplation, she took a deep breath and spoke again. "I never said that I didn't want to be your bride. What I said was that I wasn't ready to be your bride."