Blood Wedding Plot Novels & Stories

"She's basically the alliance. Killing her destroys everything we've been working toward." "Exactly." Marco pulled out his phone. "Salvatore needs to know. And someone get Domenic Corsini on the line. His daughter just became a widow in our house." My father. God. My father was going to lose his mind when he found out. The marriage was supposed to fix things, supposed to end fifty years of violence between our families. Instead the wedding night turned into a murder scene. "I need to sit down." The room tilted. Rosa caught me before I hit the floor.

I said, "Whatever it is, I'm going ahead with the divorce. The house you and your mother are currently occupying is my premarital property. I'll give you a week to move out." After that, I turned and left without another look back. I went to a hotel and had a good night's sleep. When I woke up the following morning, I saw that yesterday's debacle had made the local news. "Plot twist after plot twist—a woman uses her sister-in-law's identification to see a doctor and tries to frame her sister-in-law for having syphilis!" "Crazy woman claims daughter-in-law has an STD but ends up ruining her daughter's wedding." It was also through the Internet that I learned what had happened after Gretchen a

"Good. Because if, at the end of two months, I’ve made you fall in love with me, then we’ll have the big wedding. A grand one. My gift to you." Inside, my resolve hardened. Two months is all I need to burn your empire to ash. If I couldn’t, I’d feign surrender. Pretend to fall. My sudden death plan. Whatever it took to drag him down. "Found my keys," he said, holding them up. "Let’s go." My throat tightened, but I nodded. We walked through the halls side by side. To anyone watching, we might’ve looked like a couple embarking on something joyous. But inside, I was trembling. My body screamed of danger even as my face wore a calm mask.

He was reminded of his assistant's words during his wedding, and he called his assistant right away. "About the news story you told me about that day, I want to read it!" He still refused to believe that I would leave him to marry someone else. I had told him before that I would never return to Napleo, and he did not think I would ever lie to him. Eric's assistant searched for the news for a long time. He had to tell Eric the bad news that it was gone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foreman. That news can no longer be found. Someone must have put a stop to the news trending online, but I remember it was a marriage alliance between two mafia families. The bride is the pampered little princess of the Elderon

That was how I knew something was wrong –that and the music which wasn’t playing. I ignored the bad feeling and kept on walking confidently to the front of the hall, walking past every member of the pack who was present to witness the wedding ceremony. At the front of the hall, my steps faltered and my smile fell. On the ground, my father and my mother were on their knees, bound with silver ropes and bleeding from cuts I could not see because their whole body was caked in blood –both dried and fresh.

I thought Navia loves June? “Ah, I forgot to introduce myself properly.” The young blonde man broke the awkward silence between the four of us, “As you can see, I’m Van and I’m here to –“ “He’s here for our marriage.” Navia’s words cut off Van’s. I was startled by the sudden revelation that I dropped the fork I was holding. It made a clanging noise that echoed in the room. “M-Marriage?” The word didn’t almost come out of my mouth. My throat went dry.

All the commotion at Andrey's funeral made me very nervous, causing me to faint. “The wedding will take place tomorrow at the Dávila estate.” They decreed it was the most drastic news I had received. There was no information about Anthony, he imagined how he was, Arley disconnected from his plans because he was still a suspect because he was the one who confirmed Anthony's death. “Wouldn’t it be better after they catch it, Anthony?” “This has become a mess, Alaric,” says one of the clan elders irritated. “Your irresponsibility is dishonoring our image, this wedding has to happen to put others at ease, even if our heads are about to roll on the floor.”

“You’re not seventy. You don’t smell like rot. And I won’t be a burden.” He laughed. Once. Dark and low. He brushed his knuckles beneath my chin. Then leaned in. His lips found mine again. This time tasting blood. “Then pack your things, my little bride.” My breath hitched. “You’re mine now.”

"Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…" Diego sounded like he was panting heavily on the other end of the line, almost like he was running while answering my call. "Carlotta Capuano! Arianna's life is way more important than our wedding! Stop it with your pathetic acting just to make yourself sound pitiful to get our attention!" Then, he hung up on me. The next two hours were like hell for me. The thugs tore off my wedding dress, sliced every inch of my skin open with their sharp knives, and broke all four of my limbs.

Her face, which was usually polished with expensive cosmetics, was now pale as death, her eyes wide with fear as Mike smashed a crystal flower vase onto the marble floor. ​The sound of the crystal shattering into pieces sounded so crisp through my laptop speakers, like beautiful music to my ears. ​"Listen to you?! For what?" Mike's roar sounded broken. "Bella already told me everything! You doubt my strength? You doubt my ability to keep this wedding grand? You want this wedding to be like a withered flower because you think I no longer have power?!"