Novelas y relatos de Betrayed Bride

Does she not know how to tell me or does she even want to tell me about Clea's disappearance? "Did you know that the marriage is still on even if she's missing?" She nodded as a response and held her head down. Fuck! I don't want to find out where this talk is heading to but I have to. "And did you know that you'll be the bride?" I asked. My heart couldn't contain the bitterness the second I realize that she does. My heart got broken like a fragile glass. I feel like I was just got betrayed. Like I was stabbed by the person I least expected from my back.

I heard the camera clicking away as realization dawned on me. “Harper, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Gabriel asked with a nervous smile. I gasped as this was not something I had ever imagined possible with Gabriel. I had never fantasized about being his wife and I had never been the type of girl to daydream about my wedding all I had wanted from him was his loyalty. “Harper?” he asked, concerned, his smile faltering a little. Having been an emotional wreck since the first trimester I was not spared the tears that overflowed from my eyes. I bawled like a baby as I nodded.

"You had one job, and you couldn't even do that! You've betrayed my trust." James looked down at the floor, his body trembling. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything to make it up to you." "It's too late for that," George said. "How could you do this to Pa.... ?" I paused, realizing I was the bride. "To me?"I finally found my voice, and my words were laced with anger and hurt. "You're here with another woman on our wedding day? That's the lowest of the low, even for you."

She muttered coldly as she finished changing the IV and then stomped off, but not before sneering under her breath, “These homewreckers think getting pregnant gives them the right to crash someone else’s wedding. It’s disgusting. Obviously, the man loves his real fiancée more. What the hell was she thinking?” I could feel the contempt and disgust in her voice. “I'm not… a homewrecker…” My voice was so faint it barely stirred the stillness of the ICU. No one heard me. I stayed in the ICU for a week, hovering between life and death. And while I lay there, Steve erased every trace of me from his social media. Then, he posted a new wedding photo. Only this time, the bride standing next to him wa

“Julia, if you’re here, Lily will feel uncomfortable. Let me take you back." On a livestream, Steven was seen carefully placing a white veil over Lily’s head. Despite losing all her hair to chemotherapy, Lily’s face radiated happiness. The way Steven looked at her was so tender. Comments flooded in from viewers. "What a fairytale romance! So touching!" "The bride is so strong, and the groom is so gentle. Bless them!" "This is what true love looks like. May they always be happy!" Steven gently lifted Lily into his arms, carrying her step by step toward the hospital bed.

I can’t wait to celebrate at your wedding! The mafia world was always shrouded in secrecy. The Vittorio family would never disclose accurate information to outsiders. She wasn’t part of the inner circle. How did she know about my supposed wedding? Startled, I tapped into Leonardo’s Facebook profile. His profile picture and cover photo had all been changed to pictures of me. Even his bio had been updated. [My one and only love, Madeline.] I was utterly speechless. In the previous lifetime, no matter how much I begged, he had never once shown even the slightest affection for me in public. Yet now, after losing me, he suddenly wanted to repent?

She caught sight of the bride's uncle, fury radiating off him, and glanced at her husband, William, urging him to calm the storm before it turned into chaos. "Did he even give a reason for this betrayal?" her auntie pressed, tears still streaming down her face, desperation in her voice. The bride swallowed hard, the weight of shame heavy on her chest. It was too humiliating to admit, but everyone braced themselves for the truth. With trembling lips and eyes filled with hurt, she finally managed to speak the words that would change everything: "He told me he was married." At that moment, it felt as if all the air had been sucked from the room. Shock froze the atmosphere, and then Beverly fain

He glared at Damien, his face contorted with rage. "Dad....." Damien ran a hand through his hair, "How can I explain this to James? The bride just ran away through the damn window!" His voice was wobbly. "How could she betray her own family?" The sound of footsteps broke the silence in the hallway as William's parents arrived, their faces filled with concern. Damien and Blackwood stood frozen, hearing William's voice from outside, but he didn't express it.

Her former fiancé. The man she had once planned to marry… until he betrayed her and married her stepsister, Katherina. After that betrayal, she had walked away and slowly rebuilt her life. And then she met Miguel. Miguel had been different. Kind. Loyal. He had been her second chance at happiness. And now Amelia’s hands began to shake. Damien had killed him. He had murdered Miguel on their wedding day. Right there at the altar. Because of jealousy. Because of revenge.

“To make you look guilty.” My stomach twisted. “Ethan.” He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. I could see it in his face. Ethan had done this. My husband. The man who had held me through every supposed storm had built one for me to drown in. “Why would he do that?” I whispered. “Why spin something like this?” Lucas’s voice went low. “Because that’s what people like him do. They don’t fix messes—they bury them.”