I Died On My Wedding Day Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The day my father's enemies kidnapped and tortured me, my family was celebrating my sister Isa's eighteenth birthday. The next day, she would be handed over to the Cammarata family, our rivals, to seal an alliance through marriage. My father is a Don with more enemies than he can count. When I was ten, the two families arranged a marriage alliance to keep the peace. If the two families ever went to war again, the one who'd been married off would be killed first to send a message. On the day they chose the bride, my sister grabbed the token first: a signet ring. From that day on, she was the one this family loved. My mother always said Isa was suffering in my place. So I had to give way to he

Two fucking words. *I remember.* Blood from my injured hand had soaked into the edges of the note, smearing the ink. I couldn’t stop staring at it, couldn’t stop reading it. Couldn’t stop reliving every moment of the day. My wedding day. The happiest day of my life. The day I married the woman I loved. Was the same day she left me. A bitter laugh escaped me. Then another. Soon it sounded almost insane, because what kind of idiot was I? She had been acting strange all day, quiet and distant. Also nervous.

Fiona’s POV They say that your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but mine was very different. Because that was the day my husband decided to murder me. The floor was stinging cold under me as I dragged my bloodied body across the room. My wedding gown, once white and elegant, was now soaked through with my blood, turning it an ugly red color. It was a cruel mockery of the day that was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.

He sat on the bedroom floor, back against the bedframe, turning the diamond ring slowly between his fingers until the metal dug into his skin. Chloe had died on their wedding anniversary. Five years. She had said she had a surprise for him. He remembered the way she smiled that night. Controlled. Careful. Now he understood. The baby. That had been the surprise. His jaw tightened. He had given the order. No one in the family had formally accused him. No one needed to. He replayed the moment again and again—the hesitation, the calculation, the command. Even if Harper were executed a hundred times, it would not shift the weight sitting in his chest.

she began. Ida's father hummed as soon as he sat down, gesturing for the other to continue speaking. This man was completely aware of his failure to be present for Ida at a moment when she sought all the comfort in the world. Her fiancé, Akio, who worked in politics in Japan, was just recently killed in a shooting.

Witnessing the glorious union of your man with his girlfriend/wife feels like being stabbed by a twelve inches knife, directly into the heart. She ran as fast as she could, not sure where fate would bring her feet. She's in deep despair, that's what she knows. It's game over, they are now married. He married the woman he truly loves and she needed to move on and live like it's just nothing. He's happy now and so should she. But the question is how? All her life, she had already planned the sequence of how their lives should flow. She keeps on running when suddenly, her sandal's heel broke causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

I am an AI holographic image creator. After creating a holographic image of a deceased son for a grieving parent who has lost his only child, I gain a modest following online. Every day, people message me privately, asking me to create holographic images and videos of their deceased loved ones. Occasionally, I pick out a few requests and help them fulfill their wishes. One day, as I browse through my messages, a profile picture catches my attention. "Can you create a holographic image of my late girlfriend in a wedding dress? Her dying wish was to marry me, and I promised her I would give her a grand wedding." I stare at the profile picture, feeling a little light-headed. It is a small b

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"The church, the library, and the cafe in the east of the city… I'm going to find her somehow." I suddenly felt like laughing while I floated behind him. As it turned out, Diego still remembered the places I liked going to. Many times over the past two years, I had tried to get him to go with me to the library and the cafe on dates, but he would always leave me for Arianna's lies instead. As for the church… He had a point. I was supposed to be at the church with everyone witnessing me becoming his bride, but I'd already died at home before I even had the chance to go there.