One Day Bride 소설 & 이야기

"Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…" Diego sounded like he was panting heavily on the other end of the line, almost like he was running while answering my call. "Carlotta Capuano! Arianna's life is way more important than our wedding! Stop it with your pathetic acting just to make yourself sound pitiful to get our attention!" Then, he hung up on me. The next two hours were like hell for me. The thugs tore off my wedding dress, sliced every inch of my skin open with their sharp knives, and broke all four of my limbs.

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I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

Mum stayed with me, making sure I looked my best. “Are you sure about this?” she asked at last, probably because I didn’t look excited. “We’re already here,” I replied. “Let’s go.” I haven’t seen Brooke for the past seven days since I arrived at his pack. It’s tradition for the bride not to see the groom seven days before the wedding. My parents are here. So is my brother. Whatever happens today is for the best. Slowly, I approached the marital ground under the full moon, my long gown trailing behind me. I could already see the crown.

On the day of the wedding, I turned on my phone and pinned a camera to my collar. The title of the live stream was, "My Fiance of Seven Years Is Getting Married Today, but the Bride Isn't Me."

One could easily cut the tension in the air with a knife. The doors of the chapel opened. And everyone stood up to look at the bride walk in. Anatoly felt the beating of his heart in his ears. He also followed the guests and looked ahead. There she was, his future wife, donna and the future mother to his heirs. A fucking disabled. He saw her walking down the aisle with her brother, one arm holding the bouquet, and the other tightly holding her brother's arm. No, she wasn't walking straight. She was fucking limping. Her prosthesis were nowhere to be seen and were perfectly hidden behind the heavy white dress.

Hazel Wedding Day "Layla don't forget to stop by the flower shop for our bouquet. You know we don't have time" Kylie yelled out through the phone pacing around the room on the accord. Today is finally the day. The long awaited day. My wedding day. I couldn't be much happier. All preparations have been made. What remains is for the bride to be present at the village. I will meet Damon too. As of this moment, my makeup session is in progress. My friends were the ones who took control of getting the bride ready for the day.

I definitely had feelings for her and I could not wait to see what the future had in store for us. ************* Today was finally our wedding day. I hated today for some reason. Everyone seemed happy and it disgusted me. Why were they all happy when they knew that the couples were not happy? It was a small wedding, only a few important family members were invited but my father had somehow found a way to invite the media to the wedding. All cameras were directed at I and Emily as we made our way out of the chapel. I could feel the sadness coming from her. She hated the whole marriage shenanigan and I could not blame her. I sort of hated it too, regardless of the feelings I had for Emily.

We clutch our sides, and giggled some more. Wedding Day Part One! "Oh my gosh, babe, it's your wedding day!" Sabrina squeals with excitement, her voice brimming with joy as she grabs my hands, pulling me into an enthusiastic dance around the room. I can't help but laugh, feeling the joyous energy radiating from my best friend as we jump up and down together. The morning sunlight spills through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything as Sabrina helps me slip into my wedding dress. It's an absolute vision in white, a breathtaking mermaid style creation that feels like it was made just for me. The diamonds glisten on the upper half of the dress, catching the light and shimmering like s

Nate whispers back, making me laugh. It was a good idea to drag him here with me. I definitely won't be bored. "The bride is here." I stand up from the seat, the silky gown falling to my feet. All the guests have stood up, looking back at the bride and her best man. The bride looks stunning in a sleeveless, silky gown. The wind ripples through her long hair as she walls down the aisle, next to the best man. Damien. My husband. Her right hand is poached in his elbow and the left hand is holding the black bouquet. She's looking up at Damien with so much love in her eyes. Damien is looking at the groom. And the groom is looking back at him. Not a friendly look.