His First Love Stole My Wedding Novels & Stories

I was about to leave but I stopped when she spoke again. "Okay, go ahead with the wedding. Go through with it, but remember this, no one lasts long with a person who steals. Even if you get him, I'll still be the one he loves." I turned to her because of what I heard. I admit, I was hurt by her words because I knew it was true. "You're the one he loves, I'm the one he'll marry." Tears streamed down her cheeks. I had to look away so I wouldn't feel guilty. There's no turning back, Senyorito Darius will be mine. He's mine.

I shook my head and answered with a smile, "I'm not coming back." Max seemed awfully sad. He stared at me in disbelief and tried to grab me, only for me to retreat step by step. He was like a puppy that had suddenly been abandoned. He wanted to come closer, yet he was too afraid to move. Max ran out. He soon returned with an enormous bouquet of roses. There were 999 of them. It was a declaration of love that I had never received ever since we first started dating. He thrust the bouquet toward me. "On the way back, I already made arrangements for the wedding. It's this weekend. Nicole, don't go. Haven't you always wanted this wedding? I'll stay with you this week, I promise."

she joked. The delight in her tone was undeniable, but it had nothing to do with me. It was all because her first love was coming home. I stood in front of her and simply nodded. "The mansion in the western suburbs has a view of the ocean. I really like it." Back when she was pursuing me, I had rejected her 99 times. Her persistence never wavered. After her 100th confession, we got married. But her love didn't last long. It disappeared the moment Cedric returned to Cloudridge, and that day was also our first wedding anniversary.

I am eighteen. To the world, it was a fairytale union. Wealth. Power. Status. Applause rang the moment we were declared man and wife. But none of them heard the silent scream in my chest. None of them saw the despair settle into my soul. I don’t love him. I can’t. No matter what they say, I will never love him. Because my heart already belongs to someone else, a man whose love was stolen from me the moment my father signed a business deal inked in betrayal.

"I can still take a hit, Aria. I told you—I’m the floor." "The floor is only useful if it doesn't shatter," I said, my gaze never leaving the door. I hobbled toward the entrance, my splinted knee a dull, irrelevant throb. As I moved, the Gilded Toll claimed another payment. The memory of the first time Kael whispered I love you in the academy garden—the scent of the night air, the specific catch in his voice—vaporized into gold dust. I didn't feel the loss. I felt only the clarity. Without the noise of his devotion, I could see the exact angle of the Stalker’s rifle through the cedar logs.

"Why do you care?" It was the first time he had ever seen me push him away like that. He kicked over two trash cans in a row. He wanted to pull me into his arms but hesitated, like he was afraid I would reject him. He grabbed his hair, his eyes bloodshot. "Do you love him that much? For a man who doesn't love you, you're even going to crash his wedding?" I let out a soft laugh. I pulled out my phone and replayed the trending video. I smiled sweetly, like everything was perfect. "You've got it wrong. We're in love. He won't marry anyone else."

“Why are you wearing this when it’s Dad’s sixtieth birthday? It’s an embarrassment to me. Where’s your wedding band?” Madison pulled her hand back. She hurriedly pulled the ring off. She stuttered out an explanation. “I saw this when I went out with some friends a few days ago. I thought it looked new, so I bought it. I’ll change it right now. I’ll just go…” I looked away. Evenly, I said, “No need. If you don’t like your wedding band, you can just throw it away.” After saying that, I walked past her and headed toward the mansion.

“You miss knowing that no matter how many times you chose someone else, I would still come back.” Adrian shook his head. “Elena, that isn’t it.” “I really love you.” I stepped back before he could touch my hand. “It’s too late.” “My love ended the moment you asked me to take off my wedding dress.” His face went white. Someone lifted a phone. Others whispered behind us. I did not look at them. “Take the ring back.” “I won’t wear it a second time.” I turned and walked out. Santa Fe sunlight fell across the steps. In the courtyard, the cottonwood leaves moved softly in the wind.

My fingers tightened around the fabric of my wedding dress. "What... do you mean?" He took a drink of liquor, looking pained. "If it weren't for you, Cara would never have left. She wouldn't have been forced abroad. "This marriage was a mistake from the start! "Don't think being Mrs. Grant will win you my heart. "I will never love you as long as I live, and I will never touch you. "Keep to yourself. Don't get any ideas about taking Cara's place." Then he moved into the room next door.

He had not trusted her instead he listened to his mother and hurt her beyond all reason. "You still love her?" Andre's father questioned. "How could I not, Papa? She was my first love." He said in an exasperated sigh. He remembered how beautiful she looked on their wedding day. She wrote him the perfect vows that made the audience cry. Himself, he even felt as though his vows couldn't be compared to hers but he said them anyways she loved them. Their wedding night, she was a virgin and he took that from her. He became addicted to her, Andre loved Della so much. He found himself not wanting to leave for work every morning.