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

Back at the estate, I shipped out the luggage I'd already packed. Anything I couldn't take, I destroyed. Nothing left behind. Then I called the crew staging my death and moved the plan up—before the ceremony. That night, Cesare didn't come back. Fiona claimed her stomach hurt and kept him with her. I felt nothing. I slipped into my wedding dress and climbed Monte Terminio alone—the spot for our snowy wedding. Quiet. Romantic. Beautiful. The cameras were already set, ready to stream our ceremony to the world. *** Third-Person POV

The thought of spending a good five years of my life with this man is already exhausting as I think about it. I let out a sigh and looked at my bridesmaids, they're all my friends and they're so excited for me - if only they knew it was all a fake. Bella tried to be as sober as possible, but in the end, she couldn't contain her bubbling excitement during the wedding planning. For once in days, I feel happy with my choice even if I know it's going to change my entire life. First I get a chance to make my loved ones happy and then I get a chance to find Theodore and my father's murderer, maybe I might be able to learn why Truce suddenly wants marriage too.

Hailey walked slowly toward the bedroom, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. The voices grew clearer with every step she took, and she froze in shock at a corner where they couldn’t see her. “How did you come up with cancer poisoning, though? … and the insurance—that’s top-notch intelligence,” Iris said loudly, her voice laced with admiration towards Carter as her fingers trailed across his shirtless chest. Carter smirked, his eyes fixed on his laptop screen. “Her mother died of cancer, so I took it as an advantage,” he replied casually with a shrug.

he said. My jaw fell. I couldn’t breathe. I looked at him and he knew. “What did you see,” he whispered. I took the pages from the notebook and ripped them out, then ran to the fireplace and pitched them in. I put my hand against the wall and felt dizzy. Mom was immediately at my side along with Nicholas. Dawson with a gun, standing in the rain. A fallen crown. Who does he kill? This is on my wedding day? He wasn’t wearing a crown in my vision. Had it just been his that fell off in the shuffle of what he was doing at that moment?

I laid down with my back turned to him, thinking about how to get myself out of the death trap created for me. Not quite long after, Drey gently stood up from my side, grabbed his phone from the nightstand and walked outside. My eyes fluttered open and I also stood up, tiptoeing after him. He stood outside the room, near the corridor leading downstairs. “Tomorrow night. Make sure everything is in place” he said in a low tone. “She dies just like her parents did” A car crash. They were going to kill me in a car crash. I shook my head as a tear slid down my face and my heart ached. It was hard to believe that the man I got married to was not who I think he is.

He asked. I clenched my jaw. “It does to me.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Let’s just say, my bride died this morning, and nobody knows. Now, you will take her place.” Those words hit me like a slap in the face. His bride died… this morning? Like on their wedding day? My heart sank. I was replacing his dead bride. “That’s it?” I asked, my voice raising. “Your bride died this morning, so you decided to pick the first woman you found in the forest?”

I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and closed my eyes. Tomorrow I would become Ivy Vale. Tomorrow I would belong to a killer. Tomorrow I would start counting down the days until I died. The wedding came. It was exactly as terrible as I expected. The library was cold and dark. The priest looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. The only witness was Marcus, Dorian's second-in-command, who watched me with something that might have been pity. And Dorian. He stood at the front of the room in his black suit, his gray eyes fixed somewhere above my head. He still didn't look at me. Not once.

"Do you know why I didn’t explain myself when you caught me and Amber in that setup? Because I thought you didn’t deserve her love. While the media was constantly reporting on your romance with Haley, Amber was stuck being your secret wife. "Xander, did you know? After the divorce, she cried so often. I lost count of how many times her father and I found her sobbing, with Snowball licking away her tears. And she was pregnant then." Snowball, our dog, died with me in that explosion. "You are heartless, Xander. If there’s a next life, I hope Amber never meets you and never marries you." Funny, that was exactly what I wanted too. Xander, in the next life, I would not want to marry you.

I really was dying. A faint, bitter smile crossed my lips. What a pity. You’ll never have the chance to make it up to me now. Within twenty-four hours, the smell of cold iron and dried blood would seep out of that basement no one entered. Olivia always said she wished I were dead— so no one would compete with her for your love. Now, her wish had come true.

I carefully erased every part of me from this house. My heart grew calm as the items fell into the fire one after another. Our wedding would be held on the day after tomorrow. It was also going to be the day I "died" in order to start anew.