I Died On My Wedding Day Novel の小説・ストーリー

Vito and I had been giving each other the silent treatment for three days, and he never once reached out. With the Family’s enemies hunting me, I hid under a bridge and called him. “Vito, the Colombos are after me. Can you come save me?” Vito said coldly, “Antonia, are you playing the victim again? “I’m in the middle of a Family meeting. Don’t bother me!” The footsteps outside the bridge came closer. I said quietly, “I’m not lying.” He scoffed. “Fine. Wait for me, then.” I curled up under the bridge. The Colombos’ men shot me in the chest. Right up until my breathing stopped, Vito never came...

Nick was staring at me, “What happened in last night’s dream?” He asked; I cleared my throat, “Um, we were getting married, I said ‘I don’t,’ then that red moon appeared and I was in so much pain,” I started to get really choked up, “I asked you what was happening and you said that I was dying.” I thought for a moment, should I tell him? “And then I did die, and I saw my body…” I didn’t have to say more before Nicholas pulled me into a tight hug, practically not allowing me to breathe,

I asked in confusion, but he raised his hand, and she stepped back, he grunted and said, " leave us" and they all left us alone, I was staring at them confusingly, he roamed around me glaring at me, I twinkled my eyes, "What...? what do you want?" he was quite surprised when he hear that coming from me, I read in the novel, she barely talked to him on the wedding day, He never visited her after that and she lived an isolated life for a year before she tried to die, and committed suicide.

As for Ian and me, we officially started dating after the dust had settled. We held our wedding on a beautiful island overseas three years later. During my speech, I sincerely thanked Derek and Diana. "Thank you for letting me be your daughter. May our family always live happily ever after in the days ahead." My wedding came to a perfect close amidst a chorus of blessings, and what awaited me was a future brighter than anything I had ever known.

Unable to think straight, I got out of my room before I rushed out, heading off to my father's room. “Wifey,” I felt Alpha Azriel's hand holding me tightly. “You are supposed to be in your room, it isn't safe—” I did not wait for him to complete his statement before slapping him. “My father was just murdered on my wedding day, and you think all I should be bothered about is my safety?” I have seen the end—how I lived from my wedding day to the day I was pushed down to death by Dave. If anything, this doesn't make any sense. Many things has changed from how they were. From the pain I felt last night to my father dying on my wedding day.

He was about to walk past her when he stopped and stood very still for a moment — that odd particular stillness she had seen once before, in the clearing, when everything had been stripped away — and looked at her sideways. "I had a dream," he said, very quietly. "Three months ago. Before the wedding. Before all of this." He paused. "You were in a cell. A stone cell, cold, and you were bleeding and there was a television — I don't know why I remember the television — and you were watching something and you were—" He stopped. He looked at his papers. "You died. In the dream. I watched it happen and I couldn't move." He was quiet for a moment. "I woke up and I thought — I almost called you. I

But right now, standing in the moonlight holding my entire world in my arms, I was just a man who was finally, beautifully, perfectly home. ~The End of Part 1~ IMPORTANT: Part 2 will be updated in the same book (I Faked My Death To Destroy My Husband). From the next chapter, you will be able to read Irene and Romeo’s story. So, please don’t remove it from your library and read the next chapter. Stay with me.

Our families were pleased with how serious our relationship had become, and in the end, I proposed to Ian while we were abroad. The wedding was grand, and almost every major figure in the business world showed up. Media outlets streamed the event live across the country too. Surrounded by blessings and celebration, I exchanged rings with Ian. I had never felt so happy before. … The next time I heard Harry's name, it was news of his death. Apparently, he had committed suicide shortly after my wedding. He had seen the wedding broadcast on TV. In a fit of madness, he smashed the television. The neighbors reported the disturbance, and he was taken to the station for counseling. He seemed normal

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

My wife, Aspen Harrod, was the richest person in this city, but I was just a lowly househusband. To celebrate her birthday, I used the two hundred dollars that I had saved for many years to buy her a birthday cake and a red rose. On the way to pick up the cake with my son, Jude Anderson, we ran into a car accident. Jude only suffered minor injuries with my protection, but I was in critical condition. Before I died, Jude gave Aspen three calls. In the first call, Jude cried. He said that I was seriously injured in the car accident, and I was covered in blood. Aspen snorted. “Is that weak-willed man thinking of new ways to get money from me? Sure, I’ll give you ten dollars. It shou