I Died On My Wedding Day Novel Novels & Stories

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

As much as I told myself I wasn't jealous, I was a little jealous of their friendship. Popular culture, for the most part, went unnoticed while 'ndrina took up all my time. I stayed away from social media and the internet and rarely left the castle unless necessary. My father was murdered on his way to a meeting, dying in the streets of Siderno like a dog. My wife was shot and killed on the beach. Death haunted me every day, the same fate awaiting me the moment I let my guard down. “ Dovresti sposarla,” Zia said softly to me. — You should marry her.

SOPHIE. My wedding day arrived and I couldn’t wait to be at the Altar reading out my vow to my husband, Alex couldn’t take his eyes of me as I marched in smiling, we exchange our vows from the heart, we didn’t write it down, it was so beautiful just as we were on our way to the reception, Alex got a call and it was emergency. He didn’t tell me about what happen until the end of the wedding then he said someone was trying to kill us most especially .

“You will be my wife today, even if it kills you.” A chill ran through me. It already had, I thought to myself. I was supposed to be dead. I should have been dead, but somehow, I was here—back in the moment that sealed my fate. His fingers tightened, sending a wave of cold sweat across my skin. “No one else would want a hybrid bitch like you, so be grateful.” “If I’m just a hybrid bitch,” I managed, forcing my voice steady, “why marry me? I know it’s Diane you really want.”

If I had realized sooner that this marriage was a mistake and let him go, freeing both of us, maybe we could have gone back to the easy relationship we had as seatmates. But he had his convictions, and I had my stubbornness. In the end, he got what he fought for, while I had no choice but to let go. …… I waited, expecting Eve to send me photos of her and Zac’s wedding, but even as I took my last breath and my soul floated above my body, the message never came. I watched as the villagers and children gathered around my coffin, sobbing uncontrollably. I wanted so badly to tell them, "Don’t cry. I wasn’t going to live much longer anyway."

I asked in curiosity "who said I'm not married?" di said and I'm shocked "What you mean by that do? You're not married right? If you're then where is your husband or why don't you wearing any sign of marriage?"i asked " because I'm a widow.. That's why I didn't wear any sign of marriage.. "di said making me shocked " Did you share it with me if you want.. How did he die? "I said " Dada killed him with his goons.. "she said without any emotion

“Why do you keep trying to control everything in my life? You rejected me, remember? You have no right to tell me what to do when you're not my mate.” “But you don't even have a mate, Ashley,” Jason snapped at me, his nose flaring in anger. I swallowed back the lump forming in my throat, my chin jutting forward as I stared at him in defiance. “I had a chosen mate. His name was Zane. He died, Jason. I should be married now and perhaps pregnant, but he fucking died. Stop acting as if you weren't aware that Zane was in the picture!” “It's a good thing he died, because I could have killed that bastard myself before he made his vows to you,” he retorted.

“ But here you are, weak and fucking pathetic…” He laughed even more, pressing the cold barrel against my forehead, the flames growing higher and higher. “ Poor Daphne…” he muttered, I gritted my teeth, my finger moving to the dagger. “ Her beloved fiancé got murdered on her wedding day and now…her husband died in a fire,”

I stared, my vision blurring, my fingers trembling as I scrolled through the articles, the pictures, the videos. Victor, down on one knee, slipping a ring onto Isabella’s finger. Isabella, beaming, flashing the diamond to the cameras. Headlines screaming Victor Sinclair and Isabella....The Wedding of the Year! My stomach twisted. My heart felt like it had been ripped in two. I let out a broken sob. “So this was why they wanted me dead?” I whispered. “This was why they planned everything?” The more I scrolled, the more pain I felt. They couldn’t even confirm my death. They couldn't even wait.

how unlucky she is to have her husband dead on the wedding day. "Dylan!" she suddenly wails in the pain so unbearable, her chest was heavy, so were the sobs. She had lost everything...her whole world was torn apart...there was no point of living in this world. If she cannot get what she wants, she doesn't want this life. Her eyes moved to focus on the old lady whose face was also covered with the billowing snow. Pidge had lost two of her precious people on the same day. Then, Maddox Dasher stepped in the wedding venue, the gun remains in his hand.