One Day Bride の小説・ストーリー

And as I felt our daughter’s gentle kicks earlier in the day and now Alexander’s steady heartbeat against my back, I knew one thing for sure. We were exactly where we were meant to be. Epilogue – One Year Later — Beautiful wedding anniversary. Alexander thanks Emma for being “the bride I never wanted… but the wife I desperately needed.”

“I can’t help you with that. I’m only allowed to inform him and he can bring the things down for you or he can assist you in gathering them.” This is going to be tougher than I thought. “Listen, one-night stands are the worst ideas in the world and I can’t look at him again.” I see a wedding band on his left hand and try to play up my stupidity of not being able to settle down with one person. “I’m sure you think I’m a bad person just throwing myself on some man seeing as you're married, happily I assume, but please spare me a little embarrassment. There has to be something I can do for you?”

Breathing heavily, she crawled up from the ground and walked inside the house. Inside the room, the bride was already dressed in a snow-white wedding dress. She was shy as she faced the mirror, unable to hide the happiness on her face. But in Lauren Serrano 's eyes, it was extremely dazzling. A brick appeared in Lauren Serrano 's hand. She threw it with a bang at the back of the bride's neck, crisp and clean — "En!" The bride groaned before collapsing limply to the ground. She had fainted.

in the most superior way possible, before instructing one of the other maids to stage me at the top of the stairs to be presented to Daniel and his family, like some kind of fucking show pony or something. I am then led to the top of the main stairs and the head maid places herself to my right as she takes my arm. I can hear music playing as I was being announced to the room by someone else. The head maid began to lead me down the stairs in a most dignified way. I didn't know what else to do, so I just tried to follow along as she led me down in perfect time to the music. Everyone gasped and ogled at me as I descended the stairs as elegantly as I could, but It still just feels like a death m

The wind gushing from outside the car’s window softly blew the bride’s veil, revealing her morbid yet beautiful face. She was on the way to her honeymoon. A sour smile curved in her lips as the bitter tears filled her eyes. After she was forced to wear a wedding dress that morning, Audrey was left with no choice but to squish her bigger frame inside the slim-cut white gown. It was her wedding day. A supposedly special day for each bride in the whole world. But hers was certainly special and differently memorable. Her swollen eyes and puffed cheeks should be enough for one to tell that she wasn’t happy at all. All thanks to her dress, her groom, and her honeymoon trip. Her day turned out wors

It was hot, yet all she felt was the numbing coldness in her heart. It turned out that grand gestures might not always mean true love. She had never been able to accept betrayal. Quinn wondered what Nicholas' expression would be when he saw the bride at the wedding in a month's time. As soon as the clock struck 12, she received a call from Nicholas. He shouted excitedly, "Look out of the window, Quinn!" Quinn instinctively looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. The sky was lit up by countless fireworks, only stopping half an hour later.

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

I'm set for this, born for this. This is the day I've been waiting for for two weeks. All my life when it came to an abrupt stop when I was told I'll be getting married to Sebastian Spenser two weeks ago. I couldn't say no. No wasn't an option. In fact, my opinion doesn't matter. I get the call to do this and I do it irrespective of whether I love the man or not. I couldn't consider running away either. Is this how marriage is supposed to look like? Where the bride gets sent home in company of a driver and the husband wanders off to God knows where? Is the wife supposed to wait for her husband on their wedding night and then what?