Being Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

⚠️BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT🔞 🫧⋆｡˚ “If I were to have one more fucking chance, I’d pull you into my arms and kiss you like you’re the only light left in my wrecked soul, and love you so deeply that every shitty shadow of regret melts into forever burning in your eyes—God damn it, Lila, please let me have you again. I’d sell my soul to the devil and lay every fucking accomplishment at your feet… just don’t give that soft, sweet smile you once gave me to that worthless piece of shit.” °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Lila Danforth was never supposed to be the bride. When her identical twin sister, Clara, abandoned billionaire Elias Voss at the altar, Lila stepped in quietly, desperately, and hopelessly in love with the man her sister had thrown away. For three years she was the perfect wife, giving him everything while asking for almost nothing. Until their third anniversary. That day, Lila walked in on Elias in their bed… with Clara. Hurt by her husband’s cold indifference, her twin’s cruel betrayal, and her family’s icy dismissal, Lila finally does the one thing she never dared before. She walks away. But how could that single choice completely ruin her life even more? Did her leaving feel like such a threat to them? This left only one question burning brighter than the rest. Tell me, dear readers… After everything he and everyone around her had put her through, could Lila ever forgive them? Or would she grind them to dust?

Her sister left just a couple of hours before her wedding, to avoid the chaos that might ensue, she had to brace herself to be the substitute bride instead; little did she know, her life would be even more chaotic after the wedding as truths and lies were slowly being uncovered.

This story is mainly about peace an orphan who later got adopted but lost her adopted parents and was left alone to Cather for her younger sister favour. Years later favour got Brian cancer and peace was told to rise $10000 for operation. That was how she came about the ideal of being a surroga

Isabella Stark gets dumped at the altar by her betrothed of ten years, the crown prince of the royal family who happens to be in a secret affair with her best friend. In order to cover her shame and get her royal revenge, she agrees on the same day to marry her enemy. How will this royal romance banter end?

My husband sponsored a poor female college student. While I was being dragged into an alley by a criminal, he was helping her pick out lingerie. While I was hospitalized with serious injuries, he used the money my mother left me to buy her a limited-edition handbag. I confronted him in a heated argument, but he accused me of being unreasonable. "I thought your injuries were so serious, but look—you didn’t even die! Besides, your money is my money. I’ll spend it however I want!"

After years of being the perfect Luna, Alessia was betrayed by the one person she trusted most—her Alpha mate, Kael—who left her broken and bleeding at the edge of their territory. Now, with a strange new power coursing through her veins and the moon as her only witness, she's back for one thing: revenge

The werewolves and the witches did not see face to face, never wanting to interact with each other, despite both being a creature of magic and Goddesses. For two generations, two Alphas were paired with witches for a mate and the second better half, that was the Goddess's way of putting friendship between her children, but the wolves being an animal of instinct, the first generation did not fare well, and spoiled things further. It was then left to the second generation to set things straight, or perhaps the third. Alpha's Wilson and Quinton, are both paired with witches, one hot-headed, the other level-headed, but, what did their attitude get them? Nowhere!. That's where.

Lance, a former beta and now a rogue left his pack after his mate died saving the Luna of his pack. He wandered lands of unknown territories finding a purpose to live, only being captured by an Alpha and being slaved. For his freedom, He have to let himself burn in the fire of rage and revenge and bring a special she wolf to the alpha, or let himself die rotting in the walls of the dungeons. What happens when the special she wolf turns out to be Lance's second chance mate? Will he present her to the Alpha or journey of another troubles begin in his life?

Iris Mayer was Katheryn’s first love. Her first kiss. Her first forever. Until he left her at the altar without a word. Shattered and humiliated, she married his brother, the one who stayed. The one who promised stability. The one who slowly turned her life into a beautiful prison. Years later, Katheryn is trapped in a cold, suffocating marriage to Jacob Mayer, a powerful man who treats love like ownership. Divorce isn’t an option. Freedom isn’t allowed. And the only thing keeping her in that gilded cage is her daughter. Then Iris comes back. Richer, sexier, and more irresistible than ever. Kathryn swore she hates him but living under the same roof brought back the feelings between them and soon, it turned into something reckless… something sinful. What started with glances and Stolen touches turns into hot midnight encounters. A series of hot affairs both of them couldn’t resist. She betrayed her heart once by marrying the wrong brother. Now she’s betraying her husband in the most scandalous way possible. But when long-buried secrets rise to the surface and the truth about the past finally unravels, Katheryn must decide Is this just lust and revenge? Or was Iris always the only man she was meant to choose?

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”