An Anonymous Confession Game Ruined My Wedding Novels & Stories

TWENTY FOUR HOURS EARLIER…. Damian Kalashnikov’s voice slices through the cathedral, razor-sharp, dripping with venom. "We're calling off this wedding!" His sudden announcement sends undulations through the crowd in a ripple of gasps. Lily can hardly catch her breath as she snaps the picture. Her hands shake, but she holds tight. Chaos explodes before her-literal chaos-just like it was staged and stolen right off some reality TV show gone horribly wrong.

I did not want to agree, but I wanted Sarah safe, so I decided to do it. The system told me once more just how much time I had left, and I shut my eyes in exhaustion. “Fine.” Half an hour later, I went live. As I stared at the camera, I recited the self-incriminating confession. I admitted that I was jealous and poisoned Jody. I was also going to annul the engagement and walk away with nothing. The chat went wild. [You took the real heiress’ place and poisoned her? You should just die!]

Just before my wedding began, Mom suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed. I abandoned everything and rushed her to the emergency department myself. But the moment we arrived, a message appeared in the family group chat. "I've got Rachel tricked into going to the hospital. The ceremony can begin." Dad replied immediately, "Don't worry. I'm already walking Serena down the aisle." My brother, Andrew, added, "Serena waited ten years. Today she can finally marry Isaac openly." All three messages were deleted almost at once. Then my best friend, Phoebe Langdon, accidentally posted a video from the ceremony into the group. In the video, my younger sister Serena Calloway was wearing the w

Adaora appeared in her doorway. "The Sade Williams story published," she said. Zara looked at her screen. Opened the link. The headline read: LOVE, LIES AND A FORGED WILL: THE WEDDING PLANNER WHO PLANNED A RECKONING. She read the first paragraph. Then she set her phone face-down. "How bad?" Adaora said. "It is not bad," Zara said. "It is accurate. It is entirely, precisely accurate and it describes me as a person who fell in love while dismantling a conspiracy and I am finding the accuracy somewhat" She paused. "Exposing."

I looked directly into the lenses, ensuring my voice would carry to every news outlet by morning. "The wedding is officially over," I announced clearly, pointing a finger toward the back entrance where Brandon and Ava were running in. "The groom, Brandon Houston, has been sleeping with my childhood best friend," I stated, my voice echoing off the high ceilings. "In fact, that bitch standing right over there is currently carrying the Houston heir. Ironic, right?" The room erupted into absolute chaos, socialites gasping and reporters shouting questions as they turned their cameras directly onto the guilty couple. Brandon’s face turned an ugly, demonic shade of purple as his family's reputation

And across from me, trapping me behind the altar and in this wedding ceremony I didn’t want to complete, Damian tossed me what everyone else would surely think was a friendly wink. Shit. They were onto us – and I had no way to reinsert the file we needed into the photo queue, not without disturbing the ceremony somehow and making it clear to Damian and Leona that I knew what they’d done. Sure, the anonymous message sending the evidence of their affair was going to be automatically sent to all the news stations anyway, but the PR coup that would come from publicly denouncing Damian and Leona here and now was still incredibly important. This was a cornerstone of my revenge, something I couldn’

"I'll just make a fake marriage certificate. Dawn trusts me too much to ever suspect anything. And even if I marry her, so what? I'll still belong to you…" Noelle let out a soft cry. "Careful… The baby." "Relax. I'll be gentle…" The obscene sounds that followed stabbed straight through my chest until it hurt so badly I could barely breathe. Staggering backward several steps, I braced myself against the wall and gasped for air. One was my best friend of four years in college. The other was the man I had loved for five years. The two people I trusted most had been sleeping together behind my back, hiding it all beneath the excuse of being "close friends."

The heartbreak that had once consumed me and the nights I'd lain with my eyes wide open thinking about him had been erased by time. "Cassandra, I've been looking for you for the past two years." His eyes reddened as he looked at me. "I searched every city I thought you might have gone to. I asked everyone who'd ever known you where you were. There wasn't a single day that I didn't think about you, and not a single day went by that I didn't regret what I'd done. "I told everyone the truth. My coworkers. Our friends. Everyone. I admitted that you were my wife. I even framed our marriage certificate and hung it in my office. I cut Hanna out of my life completely. I ended every business relation

After five years by Leonardo Rizzo's side through bloodshed and gunfire, I had finally made it to our wedding day. In those five years, my surgical skill had earned me a reputation throughout Chicago. I had saved Leonardo more times than I could count. But as I stood at the altar in my wedding dress, he walked straight past me and slipped my ring onto his adopted sister Julia Rizzo's finger. My whole body went rigid. Leonardo looked back at me. There was a hint of apology in his voice, but he made no move to take back the ring. "Baby, when Julia and I were children, I promised she'd be my bride at my first wedding. As the Don of the Rizzo family, I can't break a promise. You'll understand, w

On the night before my wedding, Sherry Schmidt's male best friend, Cole Graham, suggests playing an auction game. Everyone writes an item up for auction on a card, and the others bid for it. Just like before, I eagerly play along and write something on a card, but no one is interested in bidding on mine. Then Cole boldly reveals his card, which reads, "My first time." The card instantly sends a wave of gasps through the room. "That's wild, Cole! You're really going all out!" Cole doesn't even flinch as he says, "Bid as much as you want. I can afford it." Fueled by alcohol, all the women at the party start bidding. They drive the price from 500 dollars all the way up to 50 thousand doll