Ditched At The Altar Novels & Stories

“Alpha Zane? So that's the brother’s name, the gorgeous and strong prince charming…..that was the name given to him. He was well known amidst people.” It seemed it was only my husband and me against the world. Our stigma really suits each other. I raised up my gaze, pulling myself from my trance where our contact met each other against our will….. “Alpha Zane!” My mind whispered the word as if it wanted to try and register the face into us. I nodded my head slightly while averting my gaze to my husband-to-be, who confidently sat in his wheelchair, looking like a predator that wanted to launch an attack. My hand danced in his as my stepdad left the altar. Everything was brief and deliberate;

"No man will accept a woman who gets dumped in public! And you—sharp-tongued, narrow-minded—no one will ever tolerate you the way I did!" I tightened my grip around the bouquet, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. "We have nothing to do with each other now. My life is none of your concern." With the guests gasping around us, I walked toward Gordon Hunt, who was on the verge of bankruptcy. "Gordon," I said, "would you still be willing to be my fiancé… and the main character of today's event?"

“The whole family is rotten.” Alfred stepped forward, voice businesslike. “The prenuptial agreement voids the marriage. This alliance is terminated.” “Alfred—” Desmond started. “We’re done here,” Alfred said coldly. He turned to Damian. “And her?” He gestured to Aria still on her knees. “What are you going to do with her?” Damian’s voice was ice: “Not your concern.” Alfred’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t push. He and Beatrice walked to the elevator without another word.

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.

Every eye in the cathedral was a serrated blade, cutting into Chloe Vance. Curiosity, mockery, pity... the air was thick with it. "Get a picture," someone hissed. The flashbulbs erupted in a synchronized execution. Reporters were already typing out the headline: Scandal! Sterling Alpha Rejects Bride at the Altar? Chloe's knees felt like water. Under the scorching spotlights, she could see her stepmother and Tiffany wearing identical smirks of triumph.

AVA By the time Damien and I reached the altar, my wedding dress looked like it had survived a fight in a dirty alley, which was particularly irritating considering how much money had probably gone into making the damn thing. There was a tear along the side, dirt near the hem, and a small stain of blood on the fabric, but I wasn't about to ask anybody to start the ceremony again because Victor Hales had decided to use my wedding as his personal wrestling arena.

The ink on the $50 million breakup check was barely dry. I walked straight into the clinic, ready to end it. I was still sitting in the waiting room when some translucent words floated right in front of my face. [Oh no. Those are literally the only two kids Julian Brock will ever have!] [That idiot surgeon messed up during the kidney donation. Julian saved his precious ex, but he walked out completely sterile!] [She’s sitting on a multi-trillion-dollar empire and she's about to flush it down the toilet? Is she insane?] I froze right at the door. I turned around and bolted for the exit. Abort? Hell no. Meet my two little golden tickets.

I decided to leave Damon. But I had to do it without him knowing. Elder Marcus drafted the Mating Dissolution Agreement quickly enough. "Get Damon to sign this. Forty-eight hours after his signature, the dissolution becomes official." When I got home, Damon was already dead drunk—because Vivian had just left her Alpha in Northbridge. The next morning, he woke up hungover and said, "Let's have a belated mating ceremony." I knew what he was really doing. Trying to lure Vivian back.

That thought shifts too easily into another. Adrian left me at the altar too. My throat tightens the instant I think of it. I imagined our wedding a hundred different ways. Light, flowers, music, people smiling at us as if our future was something worth celebrating. What I got instead was humiliation, grief, and the kind of heartbreak that left a bruise long after the moment itself was over.

After all, the Mafia world was full of emergencies, I had observed that already. I pushed the thought aside. Mikhail would come. I knew he would. We reached the altar. My grandfather lifted my veil and kissed my cheek. " Be happy, my dear," he said, before taking his seat in the front row. I stood alone at the altar, my bouquet of lilies clutched in my hands. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. It didn't take long before the heavy wooden doors of the chapel swung open. Mikhail stood there, framed in the doorway. He was wearing a dark suit that made him look even more dangerous and handsome than usual. I observed that it wasn't the same one he wore in the morning. It seems l