Gaun Wedding

Aria could never imagine herself walking down the aisle, flashing a smile, and wearing a beautiful white wedding dress. Never had ever crossed her mind to get married. She's sure and knew it better than anyone. As cliché as it is, Aria's meant to marry the son of her mother's best friend, Ashton. Aside from the fear of commitment, she also doesn't want to be with someone she doesn't even love. After all, she is just a woman who never experienced true love before. Months passed when the preparation for her wedding came. She met Easton, a famous fashion designer in the Philippines. As Easton was taking measures for her gown, he accidentally clasped her two little mountains resulting for Aria to act instinctively and greeting him with a powerful uppercut that made his nose bleed with ketchup. There's no doubt that their expected first encounter was a total disaster. The day of her wedding came, and she finally decided to run away before she could even set foot in the sacred church and taint her soul. At that time, all that she could think of was to run and before she knew it, she finally arrived at her desired destination. . . unknowingly at Easton's wounded heart.

I loved my stepbrother, Simon Rossi, the Don, for ten years. When he got poisoned one day, I offered myself to him and ended up pregnant. He smoked half a packet of cigarettes before saying, “I’ll take responsibility for this.” However, his first love, Camillia, claimed that she had an asthma attack on our wedding day. I begged Simon to wait until our ceremony was over before going to her. Unfortunately, Camillia escaped the hospital and died on her way to find him. Prior to her death, she called Simon 99 times. But he did not answer even once because of our wedding ceremony. When I found out, I felt terrible. Yet, Simon was exceptionally calm. After our wedding, my health deteriorated exponentially, and I bled heavily during childbirth. Just as I was about to die, I heard the doctor sigh softly. “Mr. Rossi, you’re ruthless. The poison you gave your wife has seeped into her bones. The baby can’t be saved either.” “Camillia suffered the same pain before her death.” When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the night before everything happened.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

The scoundrel cheated on his sister, and she caught him in the marital bed. In a fit of rage, she put on her wedding dress and climbed into the bed of the scoundrel's younger uncle, and thus transformed herself into his little aunt.

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.

Dokter mengatakan, tanpa terapi sel terbaru, aku hanya bisa hidup selama 72 jam. Namun, Tommy Harper memberikan satu-satunya kuota pengobatan itu kepada Anna Wilson. "Gagal ginjalnya lebih parah," ujar Tommy. Aku mengangguk, lalu menelan pil putih yang akan mempercepat kematianku. Dalam sisa waktu itu, aku melakukan banyak hal. Saat penandatanganan, tangan pengacara gemetar. "Saham senilai empat triliun ini, Anda benar-benar akan mengalihkan semuanya?" Aku menjawab, "Ya, berikan pada Anna." Putriku, Clarisa, tertawa bahagia dalam pelukan Anna. "Ibu Anna membelikanku gaun baru!" "Bagus sekali, nanti dengarkan perkataan Ibu Anna, ya," ujarku. Galeri seni yang kudirikan dengan tanganku sendiri, berganti nama menjadi milik Anna. "Kakak, kamu terlalu baik," ujarnya sambil menangis. Aku menjawab, "Kamu akan mengelolanya lebih baik dariku." Bahkan aku telah menyerahkan hak atas dana perwalian orang tuaku. Tommy akhirnya menampilkan senyuman tulus pertamanya selama bertahun-tahun. "Sofie, kamu sudah berubah. Kamu nggak lagi galak. Kamu yang seperti ini, sungguh cantik." Benar, aku yang sekarat ini akhirnya menjadi Sofie Barnes yang sempurna di mata mereka. Sofie yang patuh, dermawan, dan tidak pernah membantah. Hitungan mundur 72 jam telah dimulai. Aku sangat penasaran, ketika detak jantungku berhenti, apa yang akan mereka ingat tentangku? Apakah aku akan diingat sebagai istri baik yang akhirnya belajar melepaskan, atau sebagai seorang wanita yang menyelesaikan balas dendamnya dengan kematian?

Elsie Crown is forced to live a life of servitude after losing her mom in a fatal accident. She is forced by her stepmother to substitute her step-sister for her wedding in a bid to save her father. The groom Ethan Gomez has no idea that the lady who graced his bed on his wedding night was not his bride and that night had resulted in a pregnancy. Five years later, Elsie is a successful businesswoman and also a great influencer in the business world. She has planned her revenge on her stepmother and sister down to every bit and is determined to make them pay for everything they did to her. But will Elsie be bold and strong enough to carry out her revenge on her stepsister without having to hurt the father of her daughter? Find out the shocking revelations About Elsie’s little world in Till I Met You.

"Who are you? And, Why have you kidnapped me? Please! Let me go! It's my wedding day!" She begged with tears in her eyes, but she was injected with something and lost her consciousness once again. Life seemed to be perfect for Nia, a beautiful, kind-hearted and god-fearing girl. She lived happily with her parents and siblings in the country-side. She owned a small cafe and had a good-looking boy-friend who loved her and treated her like a Princess. She had a perfect life and was happy in her small world, until she met a stranger on her expedition to the jungle of Orizona. Her life begin to change after that and she was kidnapped on her wedding day. What twist her fate has in store for her? What would happen when she would come across a secret from her past?

When Layla Beth returns from London for her sister’s wedding, she expects chaos—just not this kind. Her sister Yuri met Xavier Russell only six months ago, and now, on the wedding day, Yuri vanishes—leaving Xavier abandoned at the altar and their families in scandal. To protect their reputation, Layla’s mother forces her into Yuri’s place. In one night, Layla goes from the guest to the bride. Now married to her sister’s fiancé, Layla is trapped in a storm of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Xavier is cold, controlled, impossible to read—but the spark between them burns too hot to ignore. And as Layla falls deeper into Xavier’s dangerous world, she begins to wonder: did Yuri really run away… or was this twisted fate always meant for her?

There's about half a month to our wedding when Daniel Bradshaw and I get into a horrible fight. The reason? He wants to have a child with his mentor's daughter. "We're only going to do IVF—it's not like we're doing anything else! My mentor is gravely ill now, and his only wish is to see Phoebe have someone she can rely on!" Daniel sounds indifferent, but my blood runs cold. "It's half a month to our wedding, yet you're going to have a child with another woman. Don't you find that ridiculous?" I watch as he storms off and slams the door shut behind him. Then, I update my social media. "I'm getting married in half a month, but I need a new groom. Is anyone up for it?"