Novel & Cerita Bride Pushes Groom Off Cliff

Fast. Aiden watched him march across the hall with stiff determination, waiting for the perfect moment when his planted seeds would bloom into chaos. He expected Mr. Young to attempt calming the situation, perhaps pull Mrs. Young aside gently, plead with her—anything predictable. But the result stunned even him. Instead of soothing words or firm reasoning, Mr. Young grabbed his wife by the arm, pulled her several steps away from the crowd, and then—without a second of hesitation—slapped her across the face.

Cass and Robyn’s broad smiles lit up the space, even as they headed for the edge. “No!” Lucas shouted, taking a step forward but there was no stopping them as the gathered crowd screamed in horror. I’ve never felt more proud as my beautiful mate flung herself from the clifftop as fast as she could, to begin her sharp plummet downwards. Except her and Robyn had rope around their waists. Another series of pathetic male screams rose up as the big wide banner suddenly gave way. The fabric slammed into the messy tangle of suffering Elders who all yelled, realising they were being pulled over the edge.

All the guests held their phones and took photos of their happiness. "The bride and groom can exchange rings now." The emcee said. The bridesmaids and Groomsmen gave the rings to them, shining brightly. Lingweihao took the ring and put it on her ring finger. After that, she took the ring and put it on Lingweihao's ring finger. The crowd applauded again. "The bridegroom can kiss the bride now." The host added. Lingweihao really didn't want to do this, but in front of so many guests, he had to lift the veil of Xi Yu and looked at her indifferently. He had to admit that she was really beautiful.

But I could barely see him as a result of my thick veil. If not for father, I bet I would have missed my step and fallen flat on my face. As I neared the alter, I began getting a clearer vision of my groom which seized my breath. His face was distinct, oddly familiar the more closer I got to him. It seemed like I had seen him before. Fear infused itself in me the moment I stepped on the alter. "My beautiful bride, I have been waiting for you" he lowly said, pulling of my veil. At that fleeting moment, my jaws went unhinged and ajar as I stared right at him.

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

“My sweetheart doesn’t have hate in her—she’s all love.” I glanced at the corpse bride, who seemed unfazed by the chaos. Switching grooms was like choosing between a Rolls-Royce Boat Tail and a Bugatti La Voiture Noire—both were spectacular, so what did it matter? OLÍVIA’S POV “Dad, let’s get this over with!” I stepped out from behind him. I didn’t need protecting. If anyone needed it, it was Gabe Clifford.

A news anchor’s voice seeped through the fuzz. “Breaking story from the Crescent Moon Pack’s Alpha Gala Alpha Damon Blackwood confirms his engagement to Celeste Valen after officially dissolving his bond with former mate Aurora Hale” I slammed the radio off before my heart could break any further. “Dissolving our bond,” I whispered. “Like it was a contract. Like I was nothing.” Tears blurred the road. I gripped the wheel tighter and pushed harder on the gas. By the time I reached the harbor, dawn was bleeding into the sky. The air smelled of salt and gasoline. Lila’s contact with a thin, wiry man in his fifties waited by a sea plane, his cap pulled low.

Swallowing my pride, I said, "It's too remote out here. I can't get a ride, and my phone's almost dead. Could you… come pick me up?" "Oh? Now you're begging me?" He let out a mocking laugh. "Right now I'm—" A soft, sweet voice suddenly cut him off. "Lex, are we almost at the bridal shop? I can't wait to see your face when I'm in my wedding dress." Lex's tone immediately turned harsh. "Catherine, stay right there and think about what you've done. Maybe it'll teach you a lesson." The call abruptly disconnected. A moment later, my phone buzzed.

Chapter Seven—The Love Clause Night came and Stephan found himself almost smirking at the photo of his wife to be, giving the middle finger to a doctor who clearly looked like he had a broken nose to worry about. He had her followed, not wanting her to fall into any form of trouble as she was bound to bear the Ashford name in only a matter of days.

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"