You May Now Kill The Bride Book Novels & Stories

Word travels fast when a wedding is cancelled three days before the ceremony. "No," Aureliano says into the phone. "Not a whisper. A scream." He hangs up. He looks at me. "It’s done," he says. "You killed her?" I ask. "Killing her is too easy," he says. "It’s too clean. She betrayed the Vitale family. She plotted against us. If I kill her, she becomes a martyr. A tragic bride who died before her time." He walks to the window. He stands beside me, looking down at the gathering sharks.

I realize that we’ve made it down the hall and I never once took a look around the entire way here. “If you accept my deal, then I plan to do that, and so much more. Kendric may be your fated mate, but sometimes fate can be wrong,” he says with a chuckle. “And oh, how you were built for something more. You were meant to be a vampire’s bride.” The door swings open wide, revealing some kind of arena. In the middle stands Kendric with chains on his wrists and ankles, keeping him from moving. I gasp once I lay eyes on him.

Until I got to the sitting room. Aaron was being held back by one of the guards, his arms pinned, his face twisted with anger. “What are you doing? Let him go.” I crossed the room immediately, pulling him behind me. My eyes landed on my father and beside him, the man from yesterday. “I thought I was the one you wanted.” I said flatly. “Why is my brother involved in this?” “Ella.” Aaron grabbed my arm, his voice shaking. “Is it true? Are you actually getting married? Tell me they are joking.”

he asked, his voice as cold as ice. "You all hated her! Why couldn't I kill her?" Arianna roared, waving her arms around like she'd lost her mind. "You'd believe me even if I framed her with all sorts of ridiculous allegations, and then you'd punish her so severely afterward! "So, what's the big deal if I killed her? She's better off dead! Isn't that right? Isn't it good that I'm the only daughter you have left now? I am the only Principessa of the Capuano Famiglia now!"

And then a single clap broke it, my grandmother. She stood, slow and steady. “Well,” she said, voice rich and sharp, “I suppose betrayal is the new bridal theme.” The room cracked with uncomfortable laughter. Clarissa’s face faltered. I turned, back straight, bouquet slipping from my hand. “Enjoy your circus,” I said to them both. “You’ll need more than applause to survive the fallout.” Then I walked away. Not from the wedding. But from them. I found myself on the hotel balcony ten minutes later, my fists clenching together as I hit the cold rail, the skyline blurring behind my tears. My hands still smelled like roses and sugar and everything I’d planned for a future that no longer existed.

He was scared but still dared to speak trash. "Yeah... you're right; we are supposed to bury her today, but first, we'll make sure you go down alongside her... not just you, but also that witch over there!" He pointed at the bride, who was shaking so badly. Who would believe she could be this scared? Yes, she slaughtered a fully grown man like a chicken. People are too good at pretending. "Your sister died, so I shouldn't get married? Or are you indirectly accusing me of killing your sister?" he asked, and silence followed. The crowd, who had been murmuring, all kept quiet, probably not wanting to miss a single detail.

Chapter 162 Zoey White Two months later‚ after the dust of Serena’s twisted vengeance‚ the burning warehouse‚ the bloody highway ambush‚ and Castell’s absolute downfall had all settled into history‚ I stood inside the breathtaking bridal suite of the Grand Royal Cathedral. I was draped in a custom white silk gown that easily cost more than every single apartment I had ever rented combined‚ and I was marrying Killian Jnr Wolfe.

Then I pushed past him and opened my door, slamming it shut in his face as I disappeared inside. Hello guys, please don't forget to comment and give gems to the book. Also check out BRIDE TO BE and HIS BROKEN PRINCESS, leave comment and reviews on the book page in About the book. Thankyou. A. Gupta

Didi’s mother, Ruth, scowled from the sidelines, glaring daggers, but Vera didn’t flinch. The press went wild. Cameras clicked, capturing every sharp glance, every small tremor, every forced smile. Vera pulled back, leaving Didi visibly shaken. “An applause for the bride, please,” Vera said sweetly, voice carrying across the room. Claps erupted immediately, polite at first, then swelling as everyone tried to capture the moment. Vera winked at Didi—and at Charles—deliberately, a small spark of mischief in her eyes. Didi’s lips twitched, attempting a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Charles’ knuckles whitened around his side.

Nora stood in the center of his cold, beautiful room and understood, with a clarity that was almost calm, that no one was coming for her. She was completely alone. And in four days, if she could not find a way out of this, she was going to be his bride.