All Chapters of My Stolen Wedding: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sharon Moonstone did not sign the papers that day. Instead, she froze the bank card she had given me and kicked me out of the villa.I knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to force me to beg.In her eyes, I was nothing more than a pretty boy she kept around, someone she paid to exist.She was convinced that within three days, I would be crawling back to her in disgrace, kneeling in front of her, and confessing my sins.Unfortunately for her, several days passed, and I still did not bow my head. In the end, she was the one who lost patience and came looking for me first.The moment she stepped through the door, her first words were dripping with mockery. "Without me, this is all you can afford? A rundown rental?"She dropped herself onto the couch, sprawling without any grace, then issued an order, "Go take a shower. Serve me properly, and I’ll pretend none of this ever happened."The confidence in her voice, the way she looked down on me from above, was almost laughab

The next day, I slept until I woke up naturally. The moment I turned on my phone, I saw more than a dozen missed calls from her. That was rare.Before I could finish feeling surprised, she called again."Lucas, where the hell did you go? My dad had an accident in his pants! And my mom… how many days has it been since you last bathed her?"Her voice was sharp and shrill. "You promised me you’d take good care of them. That’s why I handed them over to you! Is this how you take care of people?"Being useless is one thing. I didn’t expect you to have zero sense of responsibility too! You’ve really disappointed me!"Listening to her, I found it almost funny. If I truly had no sense of responsibility, would I have taken care of her parents, Robert and Margaret Moonstone, for three years?Her father was paralyzed while her mother had Alzheimer’s. Anyone could imagine how difficult that was. They despised me, looked down on me for living off their daughter, and constantly pressured me to

Unfortunately, Mr. Hundred-Times was not up to the task.After a full week of whispering sweet nothings into her ear, she still refused to divorce me. Just as my patience was about to run out, she showed up at my door."Lucas, negotiate a project for me."It had only been a week, yet she already looked noticeably exhausted. She was cold and aloof, and her interpersonal skills were terrible. Within three sentences, she could offend a partner beyond repair. Honestly speaking, someone with her temperament was not suited for the business world at all.Over the past seven years, I negotiated every single project she secured. Now that I had let go completely, she could not handle it anymore.I glanced over her proposal and let out a soft laugh. "I’m determined to win this."She lifted her chin arrogantly. "If you can’t secure it, I’ll divorce you! I don’t keep useless people around."She really was confident. I rolled my eyes. "I said I’d negotiate the project. I never said I’d negoti

"Lucas, that’s bullshit!" She screamed herself hoarse, eyes full of grievance, as if she were the real victim. "I’ve humbled myself this much just to win you back. What’s wrong with us getting back together?"Is it really that hard to love me again? I already admitted I was wrong. What more do you want from me? Do I have to die before you’ll believe my love?"Her love?What a joke.Ever since she offended Mr. Shaw, her company had been under pressure from all sides. It was on the verge of collapse. Why she came looking for me now was obvious.I spoke calmly, "You didn’t come to me out of love. Your company is about to go under, and you need someone to clean up the mess. Stop dressing it up as something noble."She was then taken away.I thought that after spending a few days behind bars, she might rein herself in a little.I was wrong. She became even more unhinged. She actually kidnapped my niece, Lily Reed, and sent me a threatening message. "Lucas, my parents want to see you

I had no intention of getting caught up in the excitement, but the excitement found me anyway.The bride’s bouquet landed squarely in my hands.Cheers erupted all around. Evan was grinning the widest of all."Bro, you caught the bouquet. Hurry up and give it to your wife! Careful, or you’ll be kneeling on a washboard when you get home!"I was just about to explain that there was no wife when a hand gently looped around my arm.It was Sharon. She tilted her head up at me, eyes full of expectation.I calmly pulled my arm free and laughed it off. "What wife?"Her eyes instantly grew wet, as if she had suffered a great injustice.Here we go again.I was irritated, but I could not show it.Evan kept fanning the flames. "Your wife’s crying! Bro, if you don’t comfort her now, you’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight!"Laughter exploded around us. My face burned, not from embarrassment, but from anger. He knew perfectly well that we were divorced, yet he was still leading the teasing