The Abandoned Bride's Flash Marriage Novels & Stories

"You may kiss your bride." Neither of us moved for a full three seconds. Then the groom leaned in slowly, just enough that his lips brushed the edge of my cheek, not quite a kiss and not quite nothing. His mouth stopped at my ear instead, his voice dropping so low only I could hear it. "Whoever you are…" A pause. "This marriage ends tomorrow."

I was nothing short of hysterical to them. He couldn’t invite our colleagues from work. Who were all these people? “Cormac, tell them! Tell them I’m the one you’re marrying!” I beckoned to him. I turned to the congregation. “I’m the bride! I’m the one that’s supposed to be there! Me.” I gestured towards myself with crystalline eyes. “Cormac! Ava!” I whipped my face around to face them. Attempting to climb up once more the guards snatched me by the arms and moved back.

That same night, she came across Patriarch Gerald Montclair collapsed in a park and rushed him to the hospital. When the old man eventually woke up and heard her story, he offered her a solution she never could have imagined. He arranged for her to marry his grandson, Caleb Montclair, claiming it was the perfect way for her to hide from her brother until things settled down. At first, Ashley refused. But the moment she saw Caleb, she fell in love with him at first sight. And against her better judgment, she agreed to the marriage, believing fate had finally brought someone into her life she could truly love. Only to spend the next three years being treated worse than a servant in his home.

The apartment was full of books, art, music—signs of a complex personality at odds with Jane's description. "People can surprise you," she echoed his words from the night before. "Indeed they can." Something shifted in his expression—a crack in the cold facade. "For instance, I was surprised to discover my arranged bride had sent an imposter in her place. Almost as surprised as when I learned why." "Why what?" "Why Jane couldn't face me herself." His knuckles whitened around his wine glass. "Tell me, did she mention Marcus Kane when she convinced you to take her place?"

Any other woman would have jumped at the opportunity to marry the most eligible bachelor in town but not her. “Okay, let me lay my cards on the table for you and if you are still not comfortable then we can call off the deal”, he looked her straight in the eye as if negotiating a very important business deal. After taking time to listen to the old man, Megan knew that this was the one ticket out of her troubles and tribulations. She would be married in name only but her parents would be well taken care of and her son's education would be guaranteed. Also, she would get employment in the company after one year of the marriage.

He clenched his fists, maintaining a calm expression, but he was facing the worst-case scenario. He had been deceived. The real one—the woman who was supposed to be there—had vanished and handed him off to a substitute. And he? He was about to sign a marriage contract with a complete stranger in front of the entire society. But Andrews Westwood would never allow himself to be seen as a humiliated and fooled man. His face remained unreadable. No emotion showed as the bride came to stand beside him. The veil was lifted, revealing a face he had never seen up close before. The camera flashes began capturing every second—and in that moment, Andrews’ bride was presented to the world.

"You should have looked for me. You should not have given up so easily. You had no right to do that. I deserved to have been in my son’s life and you took that away from me. Its really not fair what you did to me." “Can you for one minute just stop acting like the victim in this story? My reaction was as a result of your action. I would have never done what I did if you didnt do what you did." she shot back, voice cracking. “You abandoned me the night before our wedding. You left me waiting at that damn altar like I was nothing!”

Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'. I opened the letter with trembling hands. Sure enough, no matter how graceful Sarah's handwriting tried to be, it couldn't mask my mother's wrath boiling beneath the lines. Switching grooms without notice—Strike One. Running off and getting married on my own—Strike Two. Then vanishing without a word to the family—Strike Three. The kind you don't come back from. By the time I reached the end, where Blake was frowning hard at the page, a strange sense of calm settled over me.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ambrose Hamilton. I'm extremely sorry for what happened last night. Someone set me up by drugging me." Larissa swallowed nervously. "Um, you told me that you'd give me money ..." "I can give you money on one condition." "What?" "I need a bride," Ambrose replied seriously. He had never expected that those people were still unwilling to let him go, even though he had fled to Ambrollum City. They even used such lowly methods to trick him. He needed a woman who had a clean background to get married to. On top of that, she had to be someone that they had no control over.

He could hide a secret very well. My maids did tell me that Sully looked pretty bad. “Maybe you should go and see her to make sure she is okay,” Ruben said. “Why would I? She needs to be strong if she wants to survive here,” I said. “Yes, it’s bad what happened to her. She got abducted on her wedding day and had to marry an enemy of her family. But that doesn’t mean it’s my duty to look out for her. I can try to make sure she doesn’t die.”