Bride Mail の小説・ストーリー

Maybe the moment Elena said she was marrying next week,some part of him had already panicked. On the wedding morning,messages flooded his phone. [Are you really not going?] [Need a motorcade?] [Enough,man.The bride is in a dress.Go.] Adrian read them in bed,feeling a dark thrill.Let her wait.Let her learn that marriage was not a word she could throw at him whenever she wanted him to fold. Then Sophia posted another photo:a bridal suite prepared with white roses,champagne,a veil,and silver candelabras shaped like the family crest.

Ella POV I kept staring at my phone on the floor, the screen cracked from the fall, my mind refusing to process what was written on it. “The envelope you found is only half of what exists. There is more hidden where only you will think to look. Trust no one in that house. Not even the man you married. Be careful. They are already watching.” I read it twice. Who would send something like this from an unknown number? I stood up slowly and walked to my bag. I had planned on taking the envelope out but not tonight. One careless move and Luciano would notice something. I needed to keep this quiet and move carefully.

My heart fluttered at the thought. A part of me wanted to believe it, to hold on to those words like they meant something more but I knew better. I shut my eyes, forcing the thoughts away and Let the note down. This is not real at all. This is just purely an arrangement. Nothing is real. I reached for my phone and instantly regretted it. Dozens of notifications. Hundreds of headlines. BENNETT LANDON ENGAGED: WHO IS HILARY WINDSOR? FROM RUNAWAY BRIDE TO MEDIA STORM

she said, handing over the paper to her. Vida took it from her and her eyes scanned the entire sheet. "What is this?" she asked with confusion as she saw it was a cheque for ten million addressed to Maria. "Why are you giving me this? It belongs to you." "Not quite; your dad gave this to me as your wedding gift and he said this must be used to fund your honeymoon trip." "What?" Vida asked with her hands falling to her side. "Fund my honeymoon? What does that mean?" "He asked to make sure that you and Axel go on a honeymoon trip after the wedding and I am to use that money to achieve it."

I pried it open, feeling the resistance of the tape under my fingers. Inside, a plain note sat on top, no warmth or sentiment to the words: “A gift for the bride.” It was like reading an automated message. Cold, impersonal. I couldn’t help but think of Miria—if she were here, if this was her wedding gift, would she feel anything more than an afterthought? I sighed, setting the card aside and lifting the smaller items beneath it.

Who are you to me? Something shifted in his eyes. For a moment, composure gave way to something raw. “You are Bliss,” he said firmly. “My bride.” The word struck like cold water. Bride. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her head shook, the denial instinctive, though she could not remember enough to be certain. Still, the thought of being someone’s bride, of belonging to a man she could not recall, made her chest tighten with dread. “You do not remember,” he said quietly, his jaw tense. “It will return. Until then, I will keep you safe.”

I paused dramatically, "I have a bride already." The room went quiet. Mom’s mouth dropped open like I’d just confessed to murder. "You... have a bride?" she said slowly, like she didn’t believe a word. Before I could say anything more, the door creaked open. Smith hurried in, holding a brown envelope like it contained the damn crown jewels. "Sir, the document has arrived," he whispered into my ear. Mom watched him like a hawk. She didn’t miss a thing. I took the envelope and waved it at her. "See? I’m legally hitched. Married and now at peace with you."

"And I'm missing a bride." "..."