Read Bride By Ali Hazelwood

Riley Bennett is a sharp, fiercely independent screenwriter from Los Angeles, weighed down by her family’s mounting debts and her mother’s critical illness. As she struggles in a cutthroat publishing industry, a chance encounter at an Upper East Side gala introduces her to Alexander Grant—CEO of the Grant Group, heir to a British noble family, and a cold, calculated titan of finance. Alexander is under immense pressure from his aristocratic family to marry before his 27th birthday or lose his right to inherit. Disdainful of love and emotionally distant, he proposes a solution: a marriage contract. Riley, desperate to help her family, reluctantly agrees. Their three-year agreement is clear: no romance, no intimacy, no interference in each other’s personal lives—but in public, they must act like a picture-perfect couple. What begins as a calculated arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Living under the same roof, Riley's warmth and sincerity begin to thaw Alexander’s icy exterior. She uncovers the traumas he hides beneath his controlled facade, while he finds himself captivated by her spirit—an unexpected, irreplaceable presence in his life. Just as emotions begin to surface, Alexander’s aristocratic first love, Elena, returns to the spotlight, announcing their “rekindled romance” to the media. Crushed and feeling like a mere pawn, Riley launches a “self-destructive breakup plan”—wild parties, tabloid scandals, and daring outfits—hoping Alexander will walk away. But Alexander doesn’t. Instead, his jealousy reveals emotions he can no longer contain. When Riley is nearly humiliated at a high-society gala, Alexander publicly claims her as his wife in a dramatic, protective gesture—turning media frenzy into a declaration of devotion. As they grow closer again, Riley’s famous ex, Hollywood actor Lucas Ward, reappears offering both affection and funding for her new screenplay. Alexander opposes it, leading to a heated argument and yet another emotional rift. Meanwhile, Elena fakes a pregnancy to trap Alexander, triggering chaos in the family and threatening his inheritance. Caught between love and legacy, Alexander makes his choice. He flies to Los Angeles, finds Riley backstage at her script premiere, and kneels before her with a heartfelt vow: “If I could rewrite the contract, I’d write your name next to forever.” Riley lets down her guard. They stop running from their feelings and rewrite the rules. In the end, Alexander gives up part of his control over the company to keep what matters most—her. Riley’s script is adapted into an Oscar-winning film, marking her breakthr In a contract built on conditions, love was the one clause never written—yet the only one that couldn’t be broken.

It was never meant to be a union. Only a transaction. When Seraphina, the illegitimate daughter of a Southern High Lord, is bartered off in marriage to the cold High Lord of the North, she expects cold stone, colder glances, and a life spent in silence. Instead, she finds herself at the heart of an ancient fortress pulsing with secrets, where every shadow watches, and every man may not be wholly man. Her husband, Lord Aevriel, rules with a cold gaze and iron restraint. Rumored to have murdered his own father to ascend, he is feared by his men and obeyed without question. But beneath his composed cruelty lies something darker, something not entirely human, and Seraphina has just become its most dangerous temptation. Aevriel? He doesn’t want a wife. He wants silence. Obedience. Peace in the haunted dark. But Seraphina makes peace impossible. Their banter is vicious, barbed with heat. Their hatred dances on the edge of something hungrier. Lust coils beneath every glare, every insult, every reluctant brush of skin. He calls her fire. She calls him frost. But neither of them is prepared for what the other truly is. Forced to act as a Southern spy in the North, Seraphina must survive a court of quiet wolves and masked intentions, all while hiding her defiant fire. But as she clashes with Aevriel, their disdain turns volatile, charged with hatred, lust, and the hunger for control. She expected to be owned. She never expected to match him. As Seraphina navigates the cold politics of the North, and Aevriel’s dangerous kin sniff too closely at her Southern scent, something ancient stirs, a truth buried in blood. He was something else... not only wolf. Not human. Something... older. Now, with Seraphina under his roof, and in his bed, the past returns in ways he can’t control. Whispers of prophecy. Bloodlines twisted with something darker. And Seraphina may be the key to unlocking what he’s spent a lifetime running from. They were never supposed to want each other. They were never supposed to need. But in a castle built of frost and secrets, hate and hunger are often the same thing. And what begins as a transaction... might just end in ruin.

"Why?? What did I do to deserve this??" "Kill her." Esther De Geire, princess of SilverCrest Empire was killed brutally by her own family. All memories of her life flashed through her eyes and she realised that the family she ran after, never cared for her. When she opened her eyes, she was lying on bed of unknown man. "Where am I? Am I reborn?" The answer was No. Then why is she in a strange man's room who is looking at her with eyes that was filled with happiness and relief. "I will take my revenge no matter what." "Let me help you wifey." The guy looked at Esther with a sinister smile. 'My wife is so innocent and sweet. How can she hurt a fly?' The guy was thinking. But what he didn't knew was that Innocent Esther was a lethal weapon. With a catastrophe that's coming soon, will they be able to stay alive to take revenge or the destruction will be inevitable?

The Bride They Burned He married me for a bet. Then made me bleed to entertain his friends. I was the perfect wife. Obedient. Loving. Devoted. Until my husband turned my life into a game. > “Walk on glass to save your son.” “Smile while you bleed.” “Beg like a good girl.” And when I finally broke, they ended me—with a knife to my heart and laughter in their eyes. But I didn't stay dead. I returned in a new body. More beautiful. More dangerous. And this time—I won’t cry. I won’t beg. I’ll make them fall for me. And then I’ll destroy them. One by one. ---

"The Bride Who Was Left Behind" "Midnight After the Vows" "Veil of Shame" "When the Groom Never Came" **** “Left at the altar. Broken in front of the world. And in the arms of a stranger by midnight.” Calliah thought she had it all — the perfect dress, the perfect man, the perfect day. But when her groom vanishes and her father collapses at the altar, her dream wedding spirals into a nightmare. Drenched in rain, drowning in shame, she stumbles into the city’s most dangerous slot house — and into the arms of a green-eyed stranger with a wicked smile and secrets of his own. One night. One mistake. One man who makes her forget. But forgetting has a price. Because some scars don’t fade with time… and some strangers aren’t strangers at all. A gripping dark romance about heartbreak, survival, and the fire that rises from ruin.

When her meticulously crafted marriage to Elijah Rossi shatters on her wedding night with a brutal revelation: "There is no us, Imogen. There never was." Imogen is abandoned by her husband and further faces an even crueler twist when her husband refuses a divorce. With the arrival of Isaac Rossi, Elijah's revenge-driven half brother, Imogen strikes a clandestine deal with her brother-in-law to navigate a dangerous game of deceit, seeking to outmaneuver her indifferent husband. As loyalties are tested, Imogen must decide which brother is right for her. The one she was made for or the one she burns for.

CONTENT WARNING: /This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./ --- She ran from the devil who raised her… And married the one who wore a crown. After her parents’ tragic death, Lydia Andreyevna’s life became a nightmare. Stripped of her name, inheritance, and freedom by her uncle—Lord Alexander—she was treated like property and promised to a Count four times her age. Desperate to escape, she fled into the cold night… and straight into blood. A stranger. Wounded. Beautiful. Terrifying. She should’ve left him. But she didn’t. She touched him once—and fate branded her forever. Her uncle caught her the next morning. Her escape failed. But when she begged Queen Olga for protection, the Queen offered her a deadly bargain: Marry the masked Grand Duke of Zolotaria. The king’s hunting dog. The butcher of the East. The devil in a crown. The man feared by kings. The heir to the throne. The same man she once saved. Ivan Romanov. They say he bathes in blood. That he kills without blinking. That he conquered kingdoms with a smile behind a mask. That no one sees his face—and lives. Some call him the devil. Others call him Death’s favorite son. But behind the mask is the same man she found dying in the dark. The same voice that haunted her dreams. The same hands she once held. Now, he’s her husband. Her jailer. Her obsession. She doesn’t know if she’s his prisoner, or his weakness. Cold and untouchable, Ivan doesn’t share his bed. Doesn’t share his secrets. But she sees it—the hunger in his eyes. The pain in his silence. The way he looks at her like she’s the only thing keeping his demons at bay. She should fear him. She should hate him. But the moment she dares to take off his mask… it’s already too late. Because Ivan wants her—her fire, her body, her heart. And in his world, what he wants, he keeps. Even if it means burning down the kingdom. She thought she was running from hell. She ended up in his bed. And the most dangerous thing of all? She doesn’t want to leave. ___________________________________ Just a Heads-Up: The spicy stuff doesn't happen right away. It begins from chapter 28. This story takes its time setting the mood and building the connection first—trust the slow burn!

On her wedding day, Isabella thought she had it all — the man she loved, the perfect dress, and her family’s blessing. Until she discovered the groom she adored was secretly in love… with her sister. Betrayed and left for dead, Isabella wakes up five years earlier — before her engagement, before the lies. This time, she won’t be their victim. This time, she’ll make them pay. And she’ll use their most dangerous enemy — the ruthless CEO who once destroyed her family — as her weapon… and maybe her lover.

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

Arabella Saint-James, a cold, reclusive New Orleans heiress, inherits her late husband Elias’s decaying estate and a beautiful, unsettling slave boy named Jonah who's mute, otherworldly, and tethered to the land by forces Arabella can’t yet see. As her suspicions mount, Arabella uncovers Elias’s dark obsession with voodoo and ritual possession. Jonah, it turns out, was never a boy but a vessel: crafted for a god Elias tried to summon. That god, Mal Lune, now lives inside Jonah dormant but awakening. Arabella must confront the horrors of her past, including her betrayal of Colette, Elias’s mistress and the first failed vessel. As the house itself turns against her, Arabella is forced to decide whether to complete the ritual or destroy it with Jonah. But her final act is neither. She rewrites the ritual at great cost,fracturing her own memory and choosing not death, but surrender. In saving Jonah, she loses the part of herself that belonged to Elias. Now alone but reborn, Arabella remains at the estate as a guardian not of the past, but of the silence that follows it.

The moment the dart struck my back, I staggered. Heat flooded my limbs, then numbness__ like my body was sinking while still standing. I heard Seraphina scream my name, but her voice sounded far away, like she was underwater. The cave blurred__ shadows dancing, lights spinning. My legs gave out _ I crumbled beside nyra. My hands resting on her wings. Was this how it ended? I blinked, the figures closed in. Then __ a roar. It wasn't nyra, not even human. The air changed _ electric and sharp. Like a storm had entered the cave. Then came the sound _ swift and brutal. I saw shadows, one in front of me__ nails long, curvy, eyes pure gold. She just killed one man with her bare hand. A gunshot. Another. A shout cut short. A man screamed. Something crashed hard against the wall. I tried to lift my head __ but to no avail. A blue of black and silver swept past me. Like a shadow but with purpose. A familiar voice barked "why the hell is she here". Low. Cold. Unforgiving. Draven? I tried to speak _ but couldn't. My lips moved, but nothing came out. Darkness bled in from the edge of my vision. The last thing I saw was Draven kneeling beside me _ gloved hands, lifting me up gently. His eyes were now pure gold. Anger. Wildness. Protection. Then nothing, only darkness

In the shadowed heart of the kingdom of Arvenhall, where noble blood hides monstrous secrets, Anna becomes the second wife to a man from the most powerful noble house in the land—the Evans family. Though they are not royalty, the Evanses are close enough to it, holding a grip over the court that rivals even the King’s. To the public, they serve the crown. But in private, they may be the ones ruling it. From the moment Anna arrives at the Evans’ manor, she knows something is deeply wrong. Perfection isn’t just expected—it’s enforced. Every word, every smile, every silence feels staged. Lord and Lady Evan, regal and cold, are revered and feared across the kingdom, their influence stretching far beyond their estate. No one crosses them. Not even the King. And the King... he is distant, untouchable, watching. A man whose tragic past should have broken him—but didn’t. Rumors whisper he’s just a figurehead now, but others say he’s simply waiting, biding his time. The truth? No one knows. Except perhaps the Evans. Or perhaps he knows more than he lets on. They are each other’s shadows—caught in a silent war of power and secrets, with Anna now in the middle. Then there’s her husband—the man who chose her. Too quickly. Too deliberately. His devotion is obsessive, his gaze lingering, his touch possessive. He claims to love her. But is it really love? Or is Anna something else to him—a vessel, a key, or a pawn in a darker scheme? As Anna begins to pull at the threads of her new life, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of manipulation, madness, and supernatural ties far older than the kingdom itself. In a house where nothing is as it seems, being the second wife might mean she was never meant to leave. Because in Arvenhall, some women are chosen not to be loved—but to be kept.

The Ashbourne Bride A darkly seductive gothic romance set in a world of power, secrets, and forbidden longing. When Adele is wed into the prestigious Ashbourne family, she steps into a gilded world where appearances are everything—and love is a dangerous illusion. Trapped in a life chosen for her, she must navigate the sharp edges of high society, whispered betrayals, and a passion that refuses to stay buried. But behind the grand estate and flawless smiles lie secrets that could ruin everything. And as desire and defiance ignite, Adele must decide how much she’s willing to risk for freedom—and for a love that was never supposed to exist.

Do you have the will to defy fate? Rule One: Stay indoors after dark. Rule Two: Live in fear. Rule Three: Never trust the shadows; for that is where the devil waits. Esmeray grew up obeying every rule. In a demon-infested town, fear kept her alive. But when her people offer her as a sacrifice, she learns the truth: Obedience doesn't save you. It buries you. She should’ve died, but something far older than darkness answers. Death himself. But he doesn’t come to claim her soul—he offers a deal: become his bride, carry out his will, and burn the world that betrayed her. Now bound by blood and vengeance, Esmeray enters a world of shadows, lies, and twisted fate. But the deeper she goes, the more she realizes: Death isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning. And to escape the fate written for her, she’ll have to risk the one thing she has left— Her life.

“You wore red” he murmured, eyes dragging her over like a threat. The silk clung to her body like a dare. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. His lips crashed into hers, hungry, rough, devastating. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a warning. His hands slid beneath her dress, cupping her ass. He spanks her, HARD. She lets out a throaty moan. “You like that huh ? be a bad girl for daddy” He says. His hard-on, throbbing as brutal as ever, poking her dangerously as the longing kiss continues. “I'll break you” He whispers against her skin. “And when you shatter, I'll keep every piece.” And God help her… She wanted to fall. ********** Sapphire Blake thought her life was hers to live, until a long buried debt ripped that freedom away. Forced into a marriage with Mason Peterson, the cold, arrogant heir to a dangerous empire, Sapphire finds herself caught in a life she never chose. What begins as silence and rejection soon unravels into tension, obsession, and something far more consuming. But, in a world ruled by power, betrayal runs deep and love comes with a price. She was given away like a pawn, but she might be the one who flips the entire game.

Alice Heathrow is pushed from the third balcony of the Montgomery Mansion on the night of her wedding to Lord Alan Montgomery. Her death is written off as a mere suicide as it was a well known fact through the town that Alice did not wish to marry. However, this case takes the curious mind of a particular detective called phantom. A man who is neither dead or alive. One only the dead go to seek justice. When detective Landon Felton, sees a woman in a white dress sitting in his office, he instantly recognizes her. "I was murdered. They said you could help me" Alice Heathrow said. With time running out for the both of them, as mad spirits start to roam free and a family bent on covering up the murder. Alice must find her missing husband but as the story unravels, She discovers that the elusive Phantom might be more connected to her death than she imagines. What will Landon do when he must go back to the only place he remembers from his past life to save the woman he loves?

She's a photography genius. However, she finds herself bullied by her stepmother and stepsister, and thus, isn't able to showcase her talent. He's the young master of Sharp Edge Group, cold and ruthless. However, he fancies her. With a marriage certificate, he forces her to marry him. She goes from a fallen Cinderella to an enviable Young Madam Lu. He supports her as she soars freely in the world of photography. Oppression and anti-oppression, hunting and fleeing. They are destined to be entangled for a lifetime.

In a realm where magic is law and nobility masks rot, Marcelia Ravenswood — bard, healer, and daughter of a house bound to justice — finds herself accidentally engaged to Rayner, a fae exile with horns like branches and trauma buried deep beneath moonlit smiles. One accidental name exchange later, she’s swept into a conflict older than kingdoms and more dangerous than any spell. Her stepbrother Julius, a reclusive scholar of magic, has unknowingly become the vessel for a sealed fae entity — last of the Ceaith-ysyr, an ancient race once vital to the stability of the Fae Wilds. Twisted by betrayal, the Ceaith-ysyr were nearly exterminated by the Magic Magistrate after a failed attempt to turn them into living weapons. Now unsealed, this Ceaith-ysyr hunger for justice — not for themselves, but for Julius, the one who freed them— threatens to ignite a war that could consume the mortal realm. Now tangled in the lies of those who were meant to protect them, Marcelia and Rayner must race to find Julius before the Magistrate finds them all —and finishes what they started. A story of love, loss, and legacies rewritten in blood, this is the beginning of a tale where even the broken can shift the balance between ruin and rebirth.

"You signed the contract. That means you're mine — in public, in private, and everywhere in between." Emilia Hart never planned to become a bride, especially not to Damien Cross — the cold, calculating billionaire who destroyed her family’s company with a single signature. But when a brutal scandal threatens to ruin what’s left of her name, Damien offers her an impossible deal: marry him for one year, live by his rules, and walk away with enough power to crush her enemies. The only catch? She must become the perfect wife to a man who doesn’t believe in love... and who might just be the devil in disguise. As the cameras roll and the world watches, Emilia plays the part of the doting bride. But behind closed doors, sparks fly, secrets unravel, and the line between revenge and desire begins to blur. He wants control. She wants justice. But neither of them is ready for the one thing they didn’t plan: falling dangerously in love.

Agatha made a vow on her mother’s deathbed—she would never marry. After witnessing the heartbreak and suffering love brought her mother, she swore to never walk the same path. But fate had other plans. Tricked by her father and aunt, she unknowingly signed a marriage contract. The shocking truth hit her like a storm when she was introduced at the world’s most prestigious fundraising gala as Mrs. Christian Stone—the wife of the infamous, ruthless billionaire known as The Beast. At first, Agatha believed it was a terrible mistake. Then reality set in. Every attempt to escape ended in failure, leaving her with no choice but to stay. But if she had to be trapped in this marriage, she would make her husband’s life a living hell. Yet, as time passed, she uncovered a side of Christian that no one else saw—a broken man, scarred by a painful past, yearning for love yet too damaged to embrace it. The ruthless billionaire who struck fear in others found solace in her. And against all odds, Agatha found herself falling for the man she once despised. Just when happiness seemed within reach, a dark secret from Christian’s past shatters their fragile love. Devastated, Agatha is ready to walk away for good. But then, his desperate plea stops her. "You can’t leave me, Agatha. My world will crumble without you. You made me love you, and now you want to leave? For the sake of our unborn child, please… stay." For the first time, she sees the mighty Christian Stone beg. Now, standing at the crossroads of love and freedom, Agatha must make a choice. Will she walk away and reclaim the life she always wanted? Or will she stay and fight for the man who has finally captured her heart?

"Shall I tell you a little secret? But I have to warn you, you won't like it." No one likes spoilers, therefore, I present this to you. "Is it a book filled with spoilers or a book specifically about spoilers?" Read between the lines, that is what you must do when you are eager to find out. To figure out a secret, to interpret and take note of what there is to come. "It is kind of like that, but I would rather refer to it as a compilation or a series." "Or an outline, a note, reminder for what'll end up happening, whatever sounds right to you." A story that has only one plot, universe, and meaning is not how you would describe this one. Spoiler though, you'll never be satisfied. "One more thing... None of this is real. Unless you know exactly what I mean." /Extra/

The Princess of Aetherion, Philia, was born of light—an angel raised with the hope of becoming an Arch Angel. But fate had other plans. To secure peace between realms, she was offered in marriage to the King of the Abyss, Azazel—a demon of darkness, power, and cruelty. She never deserved such a fate, and yet she bore it with grace. For the sake of her people, she left behind her home, her wings of light… and her dreams. The Abyss devours all that enters it. And Azazel seemed to enjoy watching her fall. But peace was never what he wanted. He didn’t marry her for peace. He married her because she was his ------------ “Hush,” he whispered into her ear. Tears spilled freely from her closed eyes. She didn’t dare to open them—not with his breath on her neck, not with his darkness pressing against her so completely. And still… she endured. “Stop crying, Princess,” Azazel murmured. “Let’s enjoy the night.” He wrapped her in his arms like a hunter claiming a dove from its cage. Her wings trembled, pinned beneath the weight of his hold. She fought to move, to resist—her breath sharp, her body tense—but his strength didn’t falter. He never let go. Not now. Not ever. One hand slid over her waist, firm, possessive, reverent. The other tilted her chin upward, forcing her tear-stained face into the dim light—where every demon present could see what she had become. “Let me in, my bride,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her ear. Power bloomed—dark and suffocating—surging against her defenses like a tide. It coiled inside her, trying to consume her, force her body to surrender. But she resisted. Her light did not break. Not yet. “Still so stubborn,” Azazel muttered, amused. His voice was low with something more than hunger. “Let them watch, Philia. Aetherion is watching. This is your only chance… to show them who you truly are.” His hand moved again, grazing over her skin like the curse. His grip tightened. "What you are... is mine."