Betrayed Bride Novels & Stories

"The bride was betrayed by her groom on her wedding day. He didn't show up. In years, she went looking for him. She finally found him outside his house. He said he had cold feet. That wasn't all. He was also in love with her sister. In fact, he and her sister had sex the night before. The bride couldn't believe it. She felt betrayed. She cried as she hit his chest. She begged him. She cried to him, pleading with him but he refused. She hit him repeatedly again. In order to defend himself, he pushed her off him a bit. She stumbled back on her heels and fell towards the road. Just then, a huge truck passed with speed. It hit her instantly. She died..... In her wedding dress. The dress was fill

Maybe it was the stench of betrayal I could already smell on one of the bastards lined up in my office. Eight men. All loyal. All trusted. And one of them was lying. I didn’t speak at first. Just sat there in my carved chair, with the wolf heads on the arms and sipping black espresso like it was blood. The room was quiet, save for the tick-tick-tick of the old grandfather clock in the corner. Tick. Tock. Like a countdown to someone’s execution. I looked up, slowly. “My bride ran,” I said. Calmly. Coldly. “She got as far as the street.”

My dreams of a perfect wedding and life were shattered. The days that followed were a blur of tears and heartbreak. I struggled to come to terms with what had just happened. The betrayal was just too much for me to handle. I had trusted Harrison with everything, and he had it all thrown away. The news of my humiliation spread like wildfire and I became the subject of social media gossip. People couldn't get enough of the juicy story and my name was on everybody's lips “ Bride abandoned on the altar for her own step-sister” “The beautiful bride and her wedding day disaster”

he said softly, but his words cut deep. He yanked his arm free and descended the altar with steady steps, leaving behind a stunned Deviana, staring at the back of the man who was supposed to be her husband. Chaos erupted. A laugh broke from one of the male guests near the front row. Whispers turned to harsh murmurs and mocking giggles. “There she is, Deviana—the so-called perfect bride! Left at the altar!” “She chased Adrian everywhere! And he still dumped her!” “She should’ve known Adrian still loved Leviana. But she was too blind to see it.”

I looked at Damian, the betrayal absolute, consuming the love and trust we had just cemented. "You lied," I said, the accusation a cold blade. "You let me destroy the decoy, knowing the original still existed. You engineered the panic, convinced me the will was voidable, and forced me into this marriage." Damian didn't flinch. He walked towards me, taking my hand, not as a lover, but as a predator claiming his prize.

I cut him off, “who you love, who you want to have a child with, none of that concerns me.” “All I know is that when I was still your wife, you cheated.” “You used the money I made to support another woman and her family.” “And you even wanted her to have a baby, put it under my name, and make me into some pathetic sucker.” With every sentence, his face drained a little more. “I…” His mouth opened, but no sound came out. “Whether you love Emma or not makes no difference to me.” I looked straight at him, word by word. “The moment you betrayed me, you should’ve known this day would come.”

“Do you want to meet him now?” “What, we are already married, we’ve been married for five years already” Natasha said “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head, how can you possibly be married, mom and dad just agreed to the wedding yesterday” Sidney said staring at Natasha like she had two heads “No that can’t be, the baby, I was in an accident, I’m not lying Sidney, please you have to believe me” “I think you had a bad dream, see” Sidney said showing Natasha her phone

he begged from the ground. The man only grew more ruthless. He's a madman. Evelyn wasn't afraid. She felt only relief. Damien is a piece of garbage. He deserves every blow. At last Damien was beaten unconscious, and the man stopped. Evelyn was grateful to her rescuer and stepped forward to thank him. But the moment she saw his face, she froze. It was her husband. The one she had signed a fake marriage with. "It's you?" she asked in surprise.

I know he’s the right person to fill that void for Freya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone again. I trusted Anton when we were younger, but every time I called him, he was at a club or party where tons of women were in the background, causing me to worry, so I broke up with him. He swears he was faithful to me the entire time, and I want to believe him, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind that doubts him. I married Lincoln, believing that he truly loved me and would be faithful, only to find out how foolish I was.

"Look at yourself, Clara. I can't even get turned on by looking at you anymore. What did you expect? That I'd make love to a wall?" Those cruel words shattered Clara's world in an instant. She had given Julian everything—her loyalty, her youth, and every part of herself. But as her body changed and she gained weight, the love of the man who had once vowed to cherish her forever disappeared along with it. Day after day, Clara found herself begging for scraps of affection from a husband who could barely bring himself to acknowledge her existence. Then, a ghost from her past stepped back into her life. "You said yes. That means you're mine, Clara." Damon was not joking about the childhood p