Ditched At The Altar Novels & Stories

I know. I grab the remote of the medium-sized TV hanging on the wall, switching it on. Perhaps a little distraction will help, but my jaw drops at the first image on display. The video coverage of my wedding is on display with the huge caption: BUSINESS TYCOON PATRICK BAXTER'S DAUGHTER DITCHED AT THE ALTAR. No... no, this isn't right.

The music swells as the groom is called to the altar. The seats are filled with strangers. Not a single member of my family is in attendance, which is perfect. Those old sons of bitches better stay buried in that mansion. Blood won’t save them if they stand in my way. Cowards. Hiding behind my father like rats fattened in the dark. As I near the altar, Alfredo and Maksim stand. Alfredo lifts his ornate cane in greeting. “Congratulations, Zver,” he says, grinning like a toad. “Didn’t think I’d live long enough to see a woman whip you hard enough to get hitched.”

How could I let her get away with it? I staggered backward, tears blurring my vision. "Mother, what are you saying? Last night you told me and Cordelia to share a farewell toast. After I drank it, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, Cordelia was gone and so was my wedding dress..." The crowd's expressions shifted as they exchanged glances. Every woman there had been a daughter once. They immediately understood what I was implying. "Genevieve!" A sharp shout suddenly rang out. My aunt pushed through the crowd and steadied me.

"Do you, Ava Ashford, accept Alpha King Kaelen as your mate, your sovereign, and your heart?" Ava opened her mouth to speak. "I OBJECT!" My voice tore through the silence like a gunshot. Every head turned. Ava froze. Kaelen turned slowly, his expression darkening into a lethal scowl. I marched down the aisle, ignoring the gasps. "I object!" I shouted again, stopping at the base of the altar. "She is my mate! She saved my life! She belongs with me!" Ava looked down at me. Her expression wasn't love. It wasn't even hate. It was annoyance.

We played a game of 'Guess the Person' during my son's birthday party, and when my seven-year-old son, Micah Grant, picked a card, he said, "This person is very old, ugly, and has a bad temper." My husband, Emery Grant, gave this some thought and added, "This person is also possessive, and it's suffocating to be with this person." My mother-in-law nodded. "This person is unpresentable and always ruins the mood." I kept trying to guess who it could be. "Is it a villain from a television show? Or an annoying relative from someone's family?" Micah burst out laughing and shouted the answer, "Mom is so stupid! We were describing you!" Everyone laughed, and I was the first person eliminated f

Ten minutes before the wedding ceremony is about to begin, I receive a disturbing photo on my phone. In it, a man with deeply sunken eyes is crawling on the ground like a dog. He is so skinny that he's nothing more than skin and bones. Meanwhile, my bride, Waverly Suther, is looming over the man on the floor as she gazes down at him with a disdainful sneer. Just as I'm about to block the number of the person who sent me this disturbing prank photo, that person sends me another two messages. "Run away from the wedding! Right now! Don't marry Waverly Suther, no matter what!" "That man on the floor is you ten years from now!"

The air hung thick with the scent of wine as young men and women danced around the fire. It was the celebration after a successful bride heist. By custom, the festivities wouldn't end until dawn. Nicholas sat at the outer edge of the crowd, clutching his phone. The screen kept lighting up and going dark, but there was still no message from me. This wasn't like me. After all, I was someone who could never keep things bottled up. If I'd discovered he'd taken the wrong bride that night, I would've called him long ago. Nicholas already had his explanation ready.

On our way home for Thanksgiving, my brother, Ethan Spencer, hands me his phone while keeping his eyes on the road. "Check if they've shared the location in the group," he says casually. I unlock the phone, but the chat at the very top catches me off guard. The group is called The Misfortune Squad. The group photo features Ethan, my boyfriend Callum Holt, Lena Wright, and my two childhood friends, Vincent Black and Nicholas Lawson. A text from Lena pops up. "Zara should be almost here, right? Hide the cake first." Callum replies almost instantly, "She's taking forever. Let her find her own way. Let's start eating." Vincent chimes in right away, "Make sure she doesn't find out about th

On the day I'm supposed to get engaged to my childhood sweetheart, Rachel Miller, I run away. As my flight heading overseas takes off, I delete all my contacts. Six years later, my parents' graves are being relocated, so I have no choice but to return. But outside the cemetery, I run into Rachel. She grabs my wrist, her eyes bloodshot. "Why did you run away?" She's lost a lot of weight. Dark circles shadow her eyes, as though she's the one who's been losing sleep every night for the past six years. "Because I didn't want to marry someone I didn't love," I say. Her body sways, as though her soul has left her body. "Is there anything else?" I ask. She falls silent. I wait patiently fo

She clutched her chest dramatically. “What news?” I rose and snatched her phone from her hand. My eyes widened as I read the headlines. THE WEDDING OF THE CENTURY COLLAPSES! GROSKY HEIR REFUSES TO MARRY HARRINGTON HEIRESS! ALTAR SHOCKER! MYLES GROSKY LEAVES CELESTE HARRINGTON STANDING BEFORE HUNDREDS OF ELITE GUESTS! GROSKY-HARRINGTON ALLIANCE IN JEOPARDY AS GROOM WALKS AWAY FROM THE ALTAR!