Oops, The Stand-in Bride Is Gone! Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.

And I didn't even have any standing to call them out. She'd been there first. It was that simple. I was the stand-in. I was the one who didn't belong here. I wrapped my hand around the pendant at my throat. A blood-red gem, set in fine silverwork. I could still picture the way James had looked when he went down on one knee in front of me, holding it out. He'd told me he wanted me to be his vampire bride. He'd said when the time was right, he would turn me, and we'd be together forever. Never apart.

He left at the wee hours of the morning when she still asleep to get her clean underwear and to also get breakfast but when he returned she was gone. *** sorry for the late update. The Substitute Bride is coming to an end soon and I want to say thank you to all my readers who have stuck with me from the beginning even though I couldn't update as often I'd like to. please hang in there and I hope you'll continue to support Rella and Stefan's journey.

My stomach feels sick out of the blue and then I take a step, because I feel like a fool waiting for someone who's not coming at all, I'd better sit down and just eat this resentment I am feeling! However, "And now let's welcome Miss Kourtney's thirteenth rose and her escort for tonight, Mr Forger!" The emcee said cheerfully, the guests applauded, their applause was loud enough to cover the background music. Everyone seems to be excited and as I look around, seeing their smiling faces I am sure they are astonished that my escort for tonight is one of the Forger's but I am sure it's either Noah or Rush basing it from the conversation I heard earlier.

'NOW' They all stood up at the same time and walk closer to their man. Chloe clings her hand tightly around Chris. Lexy did the same thing with Leonard. Beth did the same also with Zoey and Tia kissed Nathan on the lip. "Where's my card?." All the guys asked their wives at the same time. "Here.." Tia said and all the girls put their hands in their bags and bring out a black card. I have no idea what's going on yet.

“She doesn’t have long left. We just wanted her to have her wish.” “I know,” Luca replied, his voice softening. “That’s why I agreed to the ceremony. But Bianca is innocent. You don’t get to hurt her.” Another pause. “Try to do it again,” he warned quietly, “and I won’t forgive it.” My heart tightened. My suitcase slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor. So, this wedding— the wedding I poured my heart into— had been nothing but a lie. Never meant for me at all. I covered my mouth to stifle a sob, but the tears came anyway.

My voice was thin, nothing like Bianca’s bold, confident tone. I felt Alessandro’s grip tighten on my hand. He didn't move, but I felt his energy change. It was like a predator sensing a shift in the wind. We exchanged rings. The gold band felt like a shackle. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." This was it. The moment the lie would break. My father held his breath. I closed my eyes, praying for a quick death. Alessandro reached out. His large hands gripped the edges of my veil. Slowly, he lifted it. The cool air hit my face, and I was forced to look at him.

At this time, Cameras are now flashing everywhere and the people were gossiping. Before Celine could ask what the matter was, Bianca dashed towards the other side of the road and scanned the QR code to pay before spending away without minding her dress which is stained and the petals that Tanya took the whole night to fix dropping on the road. AT THE VENUE (12;10PM) "What's happening here? Why is the bride of the day not her yet? Did the Griffin's bring us here to see how they have been faring?" Mrs Linda felt attacked as all the big women who were invited are all complaining.

I was on a call with Leah Lavato, the lady who had awarded me the contract. “I'm sure you must have heard about the missing bride." Leah said the moment the lines connected. “Don't get too worked up about it. Your money will be wired to you in five minutes." She added, sounding professional as ever. “What about the wedding?" I edged on, my lips pressed tightly against each other. “The wedding can only be held if the bride shows up, otherwise…” She smacked her lips. "You shouldn't be worried about the elites, they know how to sort themselves out.” She chuckled slightly.

I signalled him to go to the corner of the room and asked, "What?" "Sir, there's been a little problem." "What is it?" "The guests are ready outside to enter the wedding hall but…" "But what?" "But the girl who came to act as bride didn't show up yet, Sir. What shall we do now?" "Make her come here." When I turned, I saw Isabella standing near the altar which is close to the place where I talked with the event planner. She said, "This place looks cool! Does every rich person get married here?"