Bride Pushes Groom Off Cliff Novels & Stories

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.

“That will be fun to watch." “I will film everything if that’s it!” The mindless chatter went on; perhaps the fact that Blair and I did not speak made them talk louder. A strong and chilly wind picked up, making most audibly shudder and wrap their jackets tighter—an outdoor wedding when the season is nearing autumn is nothing but a joke. "Fuck, it's cold; where are the bride and groom?" On cue to the question, Vincent, the groom, his pervy cousin Rodney, the best man, and the officiant walk to the stage.

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.

, Someone called from the stairs. I turned immediately and met the guy from that night, hell no way, no actual way. "What are you doing here?", he asked. "I..I uh..", I didn't know what to say. "She's to be your bride Anthonio", one of my dad's friends said. He chuckled, "You all must have lost your minds; you took this bride thing seriously? You are all completely insane and crazy; there's no way I'm getting married. I took an oath, and I'm not breaking that ", he said.

How is that possible? The groom slides the ring onto the woman’s finger, smiling down at her while simultaneously shoving a knife into my chest. This scene is worse than any pain I’d felt in prison and worse than the long, lonely separation from the man I love. He would never betray me like that. “You may now kiss the bride.” Everything blurs, growing heavy and fuzzy. Disbelief and denial slam into me just as the pain begins to spread from my heart to the rest of my body. People shout and cheer as the bride and groom kiss, but I want to scream as I stumble back to the door.

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?"