Are There Any Books Like 'His Wedding, My Funeral'?

The fake daughter married my boyfriend. My mouth was taped and I was being chopped into pieces by her admirer. The entire family took turns to call me. My mother said, "How ungrateful you are. I should not have brought you home back then." Father added, "Don't bother coming back if you do not attend Samantha's wedding." Brother said, "Let me tell you, you shall root in hell if you choose not to attend the wedding." At that moment, I didn't even have the energy to shout for help due to excessive blood loss. Everyone lost their patience, "Speak up! Are you dead or what?" I could only see the calls being disconnected. One thing they did not know, I was really dead.

My boyfriend of eight years secretly plans the grand wedding I've always dreamed of. Just as I'm overwhelmed with joy, he sends me to a landslide zone to replace his true love. Turns out, the entire wedding is for her. Heartbroken, I walk away. But just as I enter the experimental site, a second landslide hits. At the wedding, he finally panics when news breaks that I've gone missing.

I dated my younger brother’s best friend, Dylan Lane, for three years. More than once, he told me how much he loathed arranged marriages and how he hated being chained by family interests. However, one night, after another bout of indulgence, he wrapped his arms around me and begged me sweetly to design a wedding ring for his fiancée—someone he had never even met. The smile froze on my face, yet he just said indifferently, “Aren’t people like us all destined to marry for our families' benefit?” Seeing the blood drain from my face, he even chuckled. “Vee, don’t you tell me you're still as naïve as a 20-year-old girl, thinking I would ever marry you? At most, we're just… pillow friends." Later, I agreed to the marriage my family had arranged for me. Dylan showed up on my wedding day, disheveled and red-eyed. He fell to his knees and begged me not to leave. I stood beside my new husband, hand in hand, and smiled faintly as I chuckled. “Didn’t you say people like us were born for arranged marriages? I’m simply doing what you always wanted me to do. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

On the day she was supposed to become Gabriel Vettel's wife, Christabel Chen buried him instead. She never imagined that eleven days later, she'd be walking back into the same cathedral... this time to marry his brother. It isn't her choice. Beatrix Vettel, the ruthless woman who rules the family with an iron fist, has already decided Christabel's future. For reasons no one will explain, she insists that Christabel must marry Sebastian Vettel—the cold, grieving older brother who looks at her as though she's a living reminder of everything he has lost. Sebastian doesn't want a wife. Christabel can't imagine loving anyone after Gabriel. But neither of them has the power to refuse. As the wedding day draws closer, Sebastian's four-year-old daughter—silent since losing her own mother—forms an unexpected bond with Christabel. The child is the first crack in the walls they've built around themselves. Then money begins disappearing from the Vettel empire. Someone is watching Christabel. And the closer she gets to the truth about Gabriel's death, the more she realizes his fatal "accident" may not have been an accident at all. Some marriages begin with love. Theirs begins with grief, secrets... and a promise that could destroy them both.

After her husband broke her body. After he shattered her mind. After he stripped away every single reason she had to stay alive, she finally gave up. But death gave her a second chance. Reborn three years into the past, Celene wakes up one week before her wedding wedding to the monster who murdered her father, stole her fortune, and took her life. This time, she isn't playing the victim. To tear Daniel’s world down piece by piece, she aligns herself with the devil himself...Cole Ryder, a ruthless mafia lord who will gladly burn the earth to ashes just to see her smile. Celene has a flawless plan for total, unhinged revenge. But in all her calculations to ruin her ex-husband, there is one golden rule Celene absolutely cannot forget... ...you have to be wearing white when you GET MARRIED AT YOUR EX-HUSBAND'S FUNERAL.

I'm getting married. But Ryder, my boyfriend of seven years, has no idea. He recently hired a new assistant, Blair, and has been swamped ever since. The two of them are the toast of the high-society circuit, a perfect power couple frequently seen at galas and parties together. To celebrate a major project Blair landed, Ryder booked an entire restaurant for a celebratory dinner. During the dinner, Blair intentionally swapped my lemonade for a strong cocktail. Unaware, I took a large sip. Ryder just watched, smiling playfully as he asked, “How is it, baby? How does it taste?” He forgot. He forgot that I have a deadly alcohol allergy. My throat swelled shut faster than I could have imagined. As I collapsed, the only sounds were my own gasps for air and a porcelain plate shattering on the floor. That night, I lay in the family's private medical wing. When I opened my eyes, the oxygen mask was still pressed to my face. I nodded at my mother. The arranged marriage. I agreed to it.