Novel & Cerita Bride To Be, Not Me

“You can’t back away, you signed the agreement and I won’t have you or any member of your family embarrass me, what do I tell people, that the bride ran away?” “You can’t even put your family to order Mr Ford, how do you want to manage your company if I revive it? The wedding must hold tomorrow, I don’t care if you have to drag your second daughter to the altar. I am done here.” I gasped as the realization of what was about to happen hit me, I turned around and hid behind a pillar, watching him walk away, I couldn’t even get a look of his face to know what he looks like. I was supposed to be Jessica’s bridesmaid, but now I’m taking her position as a bride.

she jumps straight to the point. “I don’t understand what you are trying to say” I ask, trying to suppress the excitement on my face that she really wants to marry me in place of her sister. “Eden is hurt badly and won’t be able to participate in this wedding so Meelah wants to substitute her as your bride” she informs and blood drains from my face. “Excuse me?” I question her in utter shock “After close to a week of no communication from you after you cut me off, you suddenly decided to reach out to me just to tell me this?” I scoff looking up and down at her condescendingly

Translation: her tolerance leaves mine in the dust, while I'm slowly melting into the leather cushions. "You're a mess," she says, her tone bone-dry. "I'm a bride," I mutter, raising my glass in a mock toast. "Of a man I didn't choose, in a marriage I didn't sign up for, on a timeline I didn’t set.” “So,” she says, raising her glass in return. “Exactly what your father raised you for.” We clink our glasses. The sharp, familiar chime almost convinces me everything is normal. Just a girl grabbing drinkswith her best friend instead of a lamb being marched to the sacrificial altar.

He turned to me again "Yeah, 1 left!" I said and he nodded "Where are we going?" I asked "My friends wedding" "Why do I have to be there?" I asked "Because Brooklyn will be there, I can't lie right?" "He's your twin, you can tell him" "That's not how my life works babe" "I don't have a dress with me now and I do-" "I have everything prepare for you" "You're crazy" "Thanks"

"I've never seen you perform. Will you be dancing tonight?" "Would he really expect me to perform? I mean, I'm his bride. Normally, the bride-to-be is off-limits at events like this. But then again, nothing about this setup is normal, is it? I honestly don't know what to expect—or even what to think anymore. When exactly is he planning to show his face? Or at the very least, talk to me? If he's worried I'll scream at the sight of him, he can calm down. Whatever he looks like, I still have to accept him. No choice there. Lucky me, right?"

I stared at her. “Help with what?” My stepmother answered instead. “With your marriage.” Silence. For a second, I genuinely thought I had misheard. Then my stepsister added, almost too casually, “I’m willing to marry Aiden in your place. Just annul the marriage first.” My brain stopped for half a beat. Then restarted. Slowly. Like it didn’t know how to process what it had just heard. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I let out a short laugh.

I shook my head at his annoying performance. “There is nothing good about this morning.” I replied, pulling the duvet over myself. “What is your decision? Do we use your brother or any other option?” He asked, barely concealing his eagerness. “Can you at least leave your son out of this.” I jolted up, irritation sliding through my voice. “Then your answer.” He said, moving slowly around my room, opening anything his hands landed on. Thank God I hid the letter and envelope well. “I am going to marry him.” I said, standing and walking toward him. Pushing his hands away from my things. “And can you stop going through my belongings.”

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."

I’ll replace every memory you left with him, just like this dress. Every word felt like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into my heart. I zoomed in on the photo and stared at Vincent for a long time. He stood behind her, dressed in a tailored suit, a faint smile on his lips. Before I realized it, my eyes had turned red. It seemed I loved him so much that I was crying happy tears for him. I didn’t go home that entire night. After staying on the Brooklyn Bridge for most of the night, I took the earliest subway to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where Vincent and Elena would be getting married in four days.

I was one of Sunnydale's wealthiest young heirs, but I had been abandoned by my childhood sweetheart on my own wedding day. How could anyone forget such humiliation?