Ditched At The Altar Novels & Stories

He crept toward the bedroom, nerves shot, still clinging to hope. Spotless. On the nightstand, their only photo—ripped. Just his half left. His eyes locked on the background. College graduation. That was the day he swore he'd always treat her right. Then came the law firm. Then Vanessa. And little by little, he shoved Reiny aside. He knew he'd messed up but told himself he always made it right. Like that last canceled wedding—he took her to Lunaire after. That counted, right? But then he froze.

“You should have thought about the consequences when you decided to quit your wedding just to end up this way” Graham couldn't hold his anger,he truly loved Amelia and it hurts him to make her sad but his integrity and family name is the talk of the internet at the moment, starting from the day Amelia had jilted her fiance at the altar. “I cannot marry her Mr Dinkins,I am sorry”. Drake's condemnation pierced Amelia's heart,it should be her line of refusal,not his.A part of her acknowledged Maya's fear for her,the emotionless widower had no slightest affection towards her.

For days now. What happened? What did I do wrong? Are you okay? No reply. No call back. Only “seen.” I stared at the screen, a cold weight settling in my stomach. Mina had been my friend for as long as I could remember. We’d survived exams together, heartbreaks, family crises. She wasn’t just a bridesmaid; she was supposed to be standing beside me at the altar, my sister in everything but blood. And now… nothing. No call. No text. Not even on the morning of my wedding.

But this time, I only frowned, pulled Edgar by the hand, and ran. "There's a lunatic on the loose. Let's get out of here before he snaps completely!" "Perfect," Edgar said with a smile. "We can continue our honeymoon." The car engine roared to life. A gunshot cracked through the air. In the drifting exhaust, Alexander's body fell—like a butterfly with its wings torn away. I turned my gaze forward. The sun was rising. And for the first time in a long while, everything was bright.

“Who would’ve guessed that wedding would turn into a bloodbath? One moment Father Santiago’s saying the vows, and the next bang! Miguel’s on the floor, bleeding everywhere.” Altricia sat on the edge of the bed, a cigarette between her fingers. She took a slow drag, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and said, “That wedding was pure chaos. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She gave a small smirk. “Hmm… dramatic, though. I bet the whole world’s seen the footage by now.”

The phone interrupted me. Darian. I swallowed my disgust and answered. His voice was ragged and exhausted. "Grace, Lilith lost the baby. My child is gone!" "It was my first child. How could you be so heartless?" While Darian drowned in grief on the other end, my expression didn't change. "Darian, the marking ceremony has been dissolved. From now on, your problems are none of my business." "And I already have a boy—" I glanced at Alex and swallowed the rest of the sentence.

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

Helen returned from the kitchen, tray in hand, but stopped when she sensed the mood. “What happened?” she asked quietly. No one answered. Maya finally spoke, her voice calm but serious. “The wedding is off.” Helen’s eyes widened. My mother stared straight ahead, not speaking. After a long moment, she turned to me. “You have destroyed everything I built for you.” The words cut deep. Tears poured freely now. “Mama, I didn’t mean to—” “Quiet,” she said sharply. I swallowed my words. She stood slowly, her posture stiff. “Go to your room.”

Chairs lined the path leading to the ceremonial altar, where Dexter and Sophia would stand before the council and be bound. I sat in the third row. Not by choice. Lady Helena had made sure of it. Said it would "teach me humility." Said it would be a good show of unity to see me present at the wedding. Her words made me want to throw up. Dexter stood at the altar, dressed in black ceremonial robes lined with silver. His hair was slicked back, jaw clenched, and eyes void of emotion. The perfect Alpha. The perfect puppet. Sophia arrived on a litter of flowers and silk. Applause rang out. Cheers erupted.

Three years. Three years ago today was the day our first bonding ceremony was canceled. The sharp pain returned to my chest. I fought back the tears, my voice bitter. "It doesn't matter, Sophia. I'm going to reject him for good." "Reject him?" Sophia gasped. "Freya, that requires the Elders' approval! And the rejection backlash... it could kill you!" "There's nothing left to bond," I cut her off, my voice cold. "Because he never marked me. He never completed the bond."