I Died On My Wedding Day Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ten years ago, I died in a shootout. My men recovered my body. I left behind only one daughter. My husband, Colton Rinaldi, found our daughter selling cigars at the docks. Under the blazing sun, she was drenched in sweat. The wooden crates had rubbed her shoulders raw and bloody. Colton's face fell. He pulled her aside. Then he demanded, beside himself with rage, "Why are you doing hard labor here? Where is your mother? How could she dump you in a place like this? "She's so damn selfish!" Mia Rinaldi had never seen him before. She stared at him, bewildered. "Who are you? Do you want a cigar? They're cheap." Colton lifted the crate off her shoulders. The veins on the backs of his hands bulged

Christopher pressed a kiss to Nikki’s forehead, completely forgetting that just before the surgery, he had sworn he would love me. A sharp pain shot through my chest. Wasn’t I already dead? Why could I still feel pain? My mother-in-law, Sally Ford, rushed in, leaning against the door frame. She was out of breath, constantly wiping the sweat from her face with a handkerchief. How ironic. She had not even attended my wedding to Christopher, claiming she was too old and frail to handle the stress. Turned out, that was a lie too. "Nikki is such a kind girl, nothing like that bar hostess. Good people always get their reward!"

"Not the version for the court. The one you would tell me if it were just us." It is just us. It is always just us when the door closes. The truth is that I died. I bled out on the ballroom floor of my own home three years into a marriage I believed was love, and the man who put the blade in me was the one I was about to name this morning. The truth is that something in the darkness heard me asking and sent me back, and I woke up in this bedroom with every memory intact and forty minutes before the ceremony. I cannot tell him that.

His ears trembled slightly, and there was a tremor in his voice. "Harper, what are you talking about?" "Didn't we make an appointment? You were to attend the covenant ceremony between Emma and me today, send us blessings, and then wait for me to marry you in a year. How can you marry someone else?" I looked at him coldly, and my tone was very firm. "Jonah, I'm not kidding. I'm going to marry Alpha William today." Jonah panicked and his tone became weak. "Harper, are you still angry with me? Are you doing this this deliberately?"

what a cheap I told her to get a boyfriend and she literally hate that idea I peak my head as I head to the changing room and even if it's completely dark I can clearly see my bestfriend Aeida kissing someone so passionately on his head as he kiss her neck I was about to startle them but I felt like they poured me a bucket of iced cold water! I was left stunned...and I immediately hid myself through the lockers as I realized who was the guy she was kissing I could tell from his back I've already memorized every single piece of his body It was Marko my fiance and my long time boyfriend how could he do this on our wedding day how could he betrayed me like this?

“What is it now, Elena?” I clutched my bleeding neck. The warm, coppery scent of my own blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. “I’m… I’m dying,” I whispered. “Can you come get Mira?” Mira was only three, asleep upstairs, completely unaware of the carnage in the living room. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. Shards of a crystal decanter—once filled with expensive bourbon—were scattered around me, glittering like cruel stars. My mate, Kael Volkov, was sprawled on the couch, already snoring, passed out after his latest bout of violence.

At the life I had once mistaken for love. Then I turned away. “No,” I said. “Keep driving.” Let him go to her. Let him lie to me one last time. Let him open the box and learn what his betrayal had cost him. From this moment on, Seraphina Corleone no longer existed. She died on her wedding anniversary.

“A… April 26th.” Underneath was something that seemed like a timer counting down. I squeezed the sheets, my eyes fluttering closed. April 26th? How could I forget the day I died? My heart sank inside my chest. The wedding was going to happen in three days. Does this mean that my fate has been sealed? And I would still be murdered? *** I watched as the sun came up the next day because I couldn’t sleep. What if I found someone else entirely? I sprang up. The world tilted for a moment from the sudden movement.

I thought it was destiny and that romance was written in fate. After my father died, the Monroe family fell into rapid decline. The four of us tore each other apart over what little inheritance remained. In that life, I thought I had finally won. I believed I had defeated them all and married the most powerful mafia godfather alive. Yet, on our wedding night, Dante stormed into the room, his eyes blazing with madness. “You’re not her!” he roared. “How dare you wear the ring and marry me!” The hunting knife pierced my chest again and again until blood soaked through my white wedding dress. I died in unbearable pain, drowning in confusion and despair. If his beloved wasn’t me, then who was she

she says. “ That has to come special, I want our wedding night to be special, I want to undress you in front of the mirror, take you to bed, make you feel like a queen “ he says as he moves his fingers in and out, the pleasure had taken over Evelyn that she didn’t even hear every of what her husband was saying to her. Evelyn mom and her father stood discussing. “ By this time of Wednesday the news of her death would fill the headlines” her mother says.