The Abandoned Bride's Flash Marriage Novels & Stories

The woman beneath the veil averted her gaze, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. "Selene, you don't look too well. Are you tired?" I asked with a gentle smile. She cleared her throat nervously. "Yes, I…" I gestured for the officiant to pause the ceremony and led the bride into the lounge. Just then, my phone on the table vibrated. More than a dozen unread messages lit up the screen—all from Chase Riverton. 'You've figured out the bride's a fake, haven't you? Surprised? Selene and I are watching your wedding live right now.'

He could neither protect her nor save her. After that, Valentina was locked in a cold, damp basement. Stale food was tossed through the iron bars each day. She tried to use the baby as an excuse to escape. But Luca didn’t give her the chance. He dragged Valentina to the hospital and forced her to have an abortion. When she woke up and found the child was gone, she completely broke down. She fled in a frenzy and disappeared. Luca didn’t bother chasing her. He simply spread the word throughout the entire city:

Maybe even more than that. "I really admire you, Aunty, and your mom too. In less than twenty-four hours, you managed to arrange an event like this," Abigail said sincerely. The decorations were simple, but they looked beautiful. Unfortunately, the beauty of the decorations didn't make the newlyweds happy. Abigail heard whispers from the neighbors questioning the confusion of Gladwin and Phoebe's marriage. A sudden wedding without the usual bridal procession. No invitations and now the groom has disappeared.

“You should go through these before making any hasty conclusions.” Ryan barely glanced at the documents at first, uninterested. But then, his eyes froze. Old photographs, official records stamped with unmistakable seals… fragments of a past he had long buried resurfaced before him. His entire body turned rigid. Zoe’s voice rang out, sharp as a blade slicing through his mind. “Ivy is the bride who ran away from your wedding years ago. The moment she heard about your accident and the possibility that you might be crippled, she disappeared without a trace.”

Her brother had stolen from Sebastian's company and this was the only way to keep him safe. Abigail stood beside her husband, her voice reciting the wedding vows like a soft murmur. Her gaze, however, was fixed on the chilling scene unfolding nearby. Her brother was being held at gunpoint by a hulking figure, one of Sebastian's henchmen. He had not trust her with the wedding vows, As the priest spoke, Abigail's words came out mechanical and detached, her mind racing with desperation. She was trapped, forced to exchange vows with a man she didn't love and hated so much, while her brother's life hung in the balance.

Where as he was scared something had happened to her, he was also frightened they might really get her married this time. Although he didn't know how his Isa got two parents now, but he was sure she was the one. He breathed heavily with relief seeping through his soul. "And who might you be?" Sarah muttered with a raised brow. "I'm her husband." He muttered coldly, with every bit of his aura suggesting chaos. "What? how, where and when, get lost before I call a security. She's married now if you're some crazy obsessor, and if you must know, she's married to Ethan Williams Kingston, does that name ring a bell? Now get lost."

Her mother-in-law didn’t like her presence there. After getting married, she should have been happy. But instead, she faced oppression from her mother-in-law in this house, and her husband sided with his mother. "You’re such a useless wife! I deeply regret marrying you!" Johan shoved Caroline, causing her to fall to the floor. Johan even kicked her stomach. He no longer had any conscience. Victoria was delighted to see her son treating Caroline this way. Not just once, but twice, Johan kicked Caroline in the stomach. "I’m sorry." Caroline’s voice was barely audible, even to Johan.

The room was quiet. "My wife came into this marriage under unusual circumstances," he said. "I will not pretend otherwise. I made a contract and she signed it and we both understood what it was. What I did not understand — what I could not have predicted — is what it would become." He looked up. "What it has become is real. And I am not in the habit of abandoning real things because they are inconvenient." Gerald was looking at the table. The Zhao legal mind was writing something.

I’ll replace every memory you left with him, just like this dress. Every word felt like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into my heart. I zoomed in on the photo and stared at Vincent for a long time. He stood behind her, dressed in a tailored suit, a faint smile on his lips. Before I realized it, my eyes had turned red. It seemed I loved him so much that I was crying happy tears for him. I didn’t go home that entire night. After staying on the Brooklyn Bridge for most of the night, I took the earliest subway to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where Vincent and Elena would be getting married in four days.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the