His First Love Stole My Wedding Novels & Stories

They're celebrating their wedding. Charles was the first man I loved. The first man to make me climax. The first to teach me true passion. Sadly, it never worked out. But as we locked eyes with each other, even briefly, I realized that it wasn't a lack of passion we were separating. He parted his lips and blinked twice, untied his tie and mouthed my name. My nipples tightened at once and although I had not worn underwear that night, hoping to bone some random bloke senselessly, I threw that idea out of the window. Maybe I would dive headfirst back into something profound and deep once again.

"Maude… do you really not love me anymore?" His voice cracked at the end. For a moment, Maude almost believed his love was real, as if she were the one who had betrayed something genuine. She listened quietly while he spoke. Once he was done, she finally replied, "I was the one who sent your wedding photos with Imogen to the wedding coordinator."

“You do not know what she has been through. You do not know the full story. But I am going to tell you enough so that you will understand.” “I am listening,” I said calmly. “She was married to a man named Damon for seven years,” Liam said, his voice was low and steady. “She gave him everything. Her love, her loyalty and her youth. She even gave him a son. And what did he do? He repaid her by bringing his first love into their home and letting that woman play mother to her child.” I kept my face unreadable, but my hands were curled in to a tight fist under the table.

At the time, it had seemed both sad and ridiculous, and it only strengthened my resolve to replace the bride. “Sarah, maybe even you don’t realize who you truly love. You carved your ex-boyfriend’s name on our love lock when we were in love. Maybe in your heart, only the unattainable seems best. When you had me, you thought of Tim; now that you’ve lost me, you’re desperate to get me back. Sarah, the only person you’ve ever really loved is yourself.”

After the crash, I lost my memory. The only thing I remembered was that I'd spent six years with my childhood sweetheart, Silas Voss. But Silas insisted that I had it all wrong. My real boyfriend was his illegitimate half-brother, Elias Voss. I refused to believe him and clung to Silas. Then Elias stopped me and pulled out a recording. Silas's voice was cold and casual. "Ione is coming home soon. She's the only one I love. Seraphina hurt her head in the crash. You know everything about us, so just tell her you're her boyfriend. You're my brother. You can do this for me, can't you?" That was when I learned the truth. Silas had been in love with another woman all along. I was just the chil

Felix Hoffman's childhood sweetheart, Mia Langley, insists on dragging us to an abandoned castle for an adventure. "Felix, you'll be someone else's husband soon. Can't you grant me this wish?" Felix can never bring himself to say no to her, so he agrees for us to go with Mia. But a fire accidentally starts in the castle, and only two people can fit through the escape passage. Felix immediately scoops Mia, who has sprained her ankle, into his arms and rushes out. I grab the hem of his shirt. "Felix, I'm carrying your pup. Can you bring me to safety first?" My plea doesn't make him relent. Instead, his anger surges. "Why did you only remember you're pregnant now? Can you please stop bei

Then the wedding itself, the way he had cradled my face at the altar when the vows were done, tilting it up like I was something precious, and kissed me while the whole world watched. It was my first kiss, my very first, and my heart had skipped so hard I felt it in my throat. Jasmine had spent days calling Sparrow handsome and sexy and I had nodded along without really hearing her, because handsome men had never done anything for me except make my skin crawl. But in the morning, when I stood in my wedding dress with Scarlett behind me and saw him walking toward us, I took my time looking at him for the first time in my life. I had been blind. Sparrow was the most beautiful man I had ever se

"You caught it, though." "Barely. Practically fell in doing it." He laughed, and it was a real laugh, unguarded, nothing like the version he used with board members and investors. "I think that was the day I knew I wanted to marry you. Not the scarf specifically, just....watching you laugh at me for how ridiculous I looked doing it." "You did look ridiculous." "I know." He reached across the table and covered my hand with his, his thumb moving slowly over my knuckles the way it had that morning, before the phone had interrupted us. "I miss this, Aurelia. I don't say it enough, but I do."

My wedding to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Mafia, was only days away. When I got home from my final dress fitting, I found he had made the house over into something painfully romantic. Flowers, candles, stacks of gift boxes... Excited as I was, I could not help wondering why. Today was not a special day. He pulled me into his arms and fed me a mouthful of wine from his own lips, his eyes smiling. "I knew you'd forget the anniversary of the day we got together." My stomach dropped. The anniversary was not today. While he was in the shower, his phone went off. A calendar alert popped up on the screen. "Today is your relationship anniversary." I frowned, opened the calendar, and scroll

Yet hearing them talk, you'd think my face could scare people away. Some things never change. People always worship the strong and crush the weak. I shook my head and walked past Julian. "Do me a favor. Tell your dad to cancel the wedding. You're not good enough for me."