Bride Ali Hazelwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

(Sienna) My phone had forty-seven notifications. Then fifty-two. Then sixty, in the time it took me to process that number. The first thing I saw was a headline. SWIFT SCANDAL: Billionaire dumps bride at altar for her SISTER — and we have the receipts. Below it, grainy but unmistakable: a hotel corridor. A man pressing a woman against a wall. His hand in her hair. Her hands at his shirt. Me. Six weeks ago. Heathrow.

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

"Nothing at all. Alex is another man's biological son, and Hazel has been sleeping with other men. Bryan is broke, and his mother was murdered." "Gosh! That's brutal. Turns out the one who played the victim the hardest was having the most fun all along." Many of the women in the courtroom watched her with disgust, and one commented, "With the extent of Hazel's affairs, she must've slept with someone to get named the town's model wife." In an instant, a flood of condemnation crashed down on Hazel. She completely broke down and began screaming at me. "I married you and worked myself to the bone! Is this how you repay me? After all these years together, are you so determined to ruin me?"

Analise shook her head at him facepalming herself. “Creed, stop looking at me! Do what you’re here for.” Creed huffed in annoyance before turning to Hazel. He gave her a small bow before smiling a little. “Mam, boss is waiting for you.” Hazel smiled at him nodding her head. As Hazel didn’t have a father so she wished for her mother to walk her down the aisle. Her mother held her hand before walking out of the room. Analise and Creed followed them as Ana was a bridesmaid and Creed a best man.

Hazel chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my threat. "You mean the mate who has fallen for my fiancé?" Hazel raised an eyebrow. "I think we're in for a bloodbath, because my fiancé won't let her go. Believe me, I despise her, and I want her out of this packhouse. But Ryder refuses to leave her, and Zelda, well, she wouldn't want to lay eyes on you, let alone be with you," Hazel revealed. Her words pierced my heart, yet I remained resolute in my determination to rescue Zelda, no matter the cost or the blood spilled.

A Goddess with blonde hair whined as she snatched Alaxs other arm and pulled him away from me. She looked to be alittle older than me and had hazel eyes that were piercing into me. She was looking at me like I was a threat. "Hazel it's nice to see you. I haven't yet introduced you to my wife. Ariella this is Hazel Alex's fiancee. They will be getting married soon." King Alexander seemed to be directing that comment to who I could only assume was Alax. Did he know that Alax loved me and kissed me. "Of course who could forget when you made it clear I had no choice to this matter." Alax snapped out.

The air was filled with unspoken words brimming between the both of us. Rose comes out immediately with a bright smile on her face. “Hazel! I'm so glad you're here. Come in come in!” “Glad you totally forgot I was here mom," Alex grumbled. Petty asshole. Rose waves him off “I saw you yesterday.” “Aunty Hazel! Mummy, aunty Hazel's here!” Aira, the girl I met at my wedding, my niece now, squeals out. She looked adorable in her pink ruffled flare gown.

All the lights were now focused on the bridge on which Hazel was now going to walk. 10 tiny girls dressed in pink frocks, were standing in one straight line holding tiny wooden baskets in their hands. Hazel started to walk on the bridge and they started to sprinkle the Rose petals on the girl. Everyone stood up from their seats to look at the stunning bride and welcome her. The entire garden was beautifully decorated with white colour Victorian vases from which white coloured Lily flowers were hanging downwards.