Altaïr Assassin Creed

I never thought I'd end up severely injured and lose my baby on my wedding day. That day, I walked toward my husband full of excitement, only to watch him rush right past me and straight into the arms of his secretary. Confused, I turned around and saw someone in a wedding dress lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath her. It was his secretary, Quinn Fable. Steve York, my soon-to-be husband, panicked and scooped her up, but Quinn stared at me with tearful eyes, crying, “Summer, I ate the candy you gave me… Why would you want to hurt my baby? Please, Steve, save our child… please…” Steve was beside himself with rage. Without a second thought, he kicked me hard in the stomach. I collapsed into the champagne tower, shards of glass embedding into my skin. Blood poured from between my legs. Yet, they still clung to each other, crying bitterly as if I didn't exist. When the ambulance arrived, they didn't even hesitate to push me aside to save her first. “Forget about her!” Steve shouted. “Save Quinn! She's lost so much blood. She must be in terrible pain! As for Summer, that vicious witch… she deserves to die!” Due to the delay, I suffered a ruptured uterus and missed the window for proper treatment. And as if that wasn't enough, Steve personally announced that our marriage was null and void. He marched straight to the clerk's office with Quinn and made it official. On my ICU bed, I received a text from him. “Pack your things and get out. Quinn wants you out of her sight.”

On my wedding day, my boyfriend, Theodore Gunther, suddenly stops the wedding ceremony—all because Gwen Lithgow has updated her social media to say she's back. Theodore throws away the wedding ring he designed. He leaves me at the altar without another look back. I'm dumbfounded as I stand there in my wedding dress. My brother, Alvin Chilton, who's supporting me, lets go. "You've always been strong, Joycelyn. I know you can handle this alone. Gwen needs me more now." With that, he also leaves. He and Theodore have both left me for the same woman. They abandon me alone. That night, after dealing with the fallout of the failed wedding, Gwen sends me a photo. In it, Theodore and Alvin are standing by her bedside. She wears the necklace Theodore made himself and the wedding dress Alvin designed. Those were supposed to be mine. The image makes me lose hope in them. Tears stream down my face as I make a call. "Mom, Dad, I've changed my mind. I want to go home."

Hungry and desperate, Luna Reyes crashes a wedding while running from her ex boyfriend—only to end up in a stranger’s veil. Mistaken for the missing bride, she says “I do” to powerful CEO Grayson Vaughn… and steps into a life never meant for her. At first, it’s survival. Then, something unexpected: real feelings. But just as Luna begins to fall for her husband, she uncovers a devastating truth— He’s connected to the tragedy that destroyed her family. What began as a stolen identity spirals into a dark hunt for answers. Because Luna didn’t just marry the wrong man— She married into a past she’s been trying to escape.

A wedding she never wanted. A man she never met. A love she never saw coming. When carefree heiress Elizabeth Knight is called back home from her lavish vacation, the last thing she expects is a forced marriage to Aaron Vanderbilt, the cold billionaire heir of her family’s greatest rival. The marriage is meant to save her father’s company from bankruptcy and end the feud between the two families. Instead, it throws her into a web of dangerous family secrets and betrayal. Her new husband, Aaron, makes it clear that the marriage is for business and not real, and he doesn't want to be around her except when necessary. But when her first love returns to town, she's torn between returning to the first man she had ever loved or exploring the growing spark between her and her arranged husband. Will she fall for the stranger she married? Or return to the love she lost? What happens when she finds out shocking family secrets surrounding her birth and a deadly plot that could ruin her life?

Llevaba siete años con Santiago, y aun así él no quería casarse conmigo. —Santiago, estoy lista para casarme —le dije un día con calma. Él frunció el ceño con indiferencia, como si ni siquiera hubiera escuchado bien mis palabras. —Joana, la empresa está a punto de salir a bolsa, estoy tan ocupado que no pienso perder tiempo en un tema tan irrelevante. Sonreí con tranquilidad. Tal vez, en sus ojos, aquello era solo un intento desesperado de presionarlo para que me propusiera matrimonio. Pero lo cierto es que, esta vez, sí me iba a casar… Pero el novio no sería él.

On our engagement day, my fiancee, Lucille Perry, had her childhood best friend, Derek Miller, show up with a box of handmade cookies as a gift. Out of basic courtesy, I picked one up and took a bite. Derek and a few of his buddies burst out laughing. "This mama's boy can't even recognize his own mother's ashes!" My stomach churned violently. Shocked and furious, I lunged at him to throw a punch, but Lucille desperately held me back. Derek looked at me smugly and grinned. "Since you already ate it, why don't you tell everyone how your mom tastes?" I was so angry that I kicked him right in the face. However, Lucille turned around and slapped me hard across the cheek. "Spencer Bourdain, is this really necessary? Can't you take a joke? Eating a little bit of ashes won't kill you. Look at how petty you're being!" My heart went completely numb. I quietly pulled out my phone and sent a message to a certain number. [The wedding reception is ready. All we need now is you, the bride-to-be.]

On the morning of the day my fiance, Anton Solomon, and I are scheduled to start our destination wedding trip, he finally rushes to the airport straight from the office. Just seconds before boarding, he receives an urgent message from his female secretary, Callie Lawrence. "I'm sorry, honey. A major project just came in, and I need to be there to approve it. "Could you go ahead and start the trip on your own? I'll join you as soon as I wrap things up in a few days." Despite feeling a twinge of regret, I understand that work comes first, so I offer him my full support. After he leaves, I tear up my boarding pass and turn around. I decide to return to the office and see for myself. I want to see which blind, brainless company is negotiating a major project with a company I acquired hours earlier at dawn, and how it has the nerve to bypass me, the current CEO. They have chosen to approach a man who is nothing but a CEO in name only.

Demi cinta, Inara berani menjadi umpan yang terindah. Mereka terdampar di hutan yang dihuni oleh makhluk ganas. Tak satupun manusia bisa lolos dari perburuan. Sanggupkah mereka keluar dari hutan laknat itu dengan selamat? Kekuatan cinta telah meloloskan mereka dari segala bahaya! Akankah hal itu menolong mereka untuk terakhir kali?

When Alpha Adrian asked Flora to give up her dream to be by his side, she willingly accepted it and did So. When he forgot her birthday for three years in a row and said he was sorry, she forgave him every time. When he hurt her feelings time and time again, showing her he was more interested in her body than her soul, she stomached it and rationalized in her head that someday his love would mean more. But when he strode into the venue of their wedding and told her he was calling it off instead of saying ‘I do’ to her because of his ex-girlfriend. Flora realised the truth she had been denying herself all these years. She is and will never be anything to Alpha Adrian so when Adrian comes asking for forgiveness this time around, will she forgive him?

We were supposed to be in love for eternity. But my vampire fiancé, Caius, has stood me up at our blood-bonding ceremony thirty-three times. The first time, the girl he’d sired, Evangeline, lost control during a hunt. He raced to her side, leaving me alone in the church under the blood moon. The second time, he vanished mid-ceremony because Evangeline was being bullied by another clan. He left me to face the elders’ mockery alone. After that, his little fledgling always had some fresh disaster for him to avert. And he always had an excuse: “I sired her. She’s like a child to me.” Then I saw the fresh bite marks on their necks. They had shared blood—the ultimate intimacy between mates. My heart turned to ash. It was time to burn our betrothal to the ground. The day I finally disappeared, he went mad, tearing our world apart to find me.