The Abandoned Bride's Flash Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Since you already approved it, why don’t we go to the registration office today? I already made an appointment there. The mayor will lead a quick ceremony. You and Tony can be our witnesses. What do you think, Grandma?” Vivian furrowed her brow because having a flash of marriage wasn’t exactly what she planned for her only grandson. She wanted a big wedding for Samuel. But then, seeing the blushing Amy who leaned her head on Samuel’s chest, Vivian knew Amy was defenseless without a husband by her side. If she married Samuel already, no one would harm her anymore. “Fine! Let’s do it!” It startled Samuel, as he expected Vivian would protest. But then, from Vivian’s gentle gaze at Amy, his gra

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

Especially the fact he was getting married to an unknown woman, who has no family caused Protest, which he did not respond to anyone. The wedding preparation continued, As no one expected the tragedy that was to befall them on the wedding day. Flashback ends!!!

"Who cares? We're just here for the food. Whether it's the older or younger sister doesn't matter." "Still, stealing her sister's fiancé—it's shameless, no matter how you spin it." The murmurs reached Abby's ears. She remained unbothered, her expression unchanging, her gaze fixed on Jack, who stood impeccably dressed across from her. It didn't matter what they said. What mattered was that she had become Jack's bride. Words wouldn't hurt her. They wouldn't take away what she had gained. The wedding proceeded. The master of ceremonies spoke with eloquence, weaving together a narrative—a love story of patience and destiny. He spun a tale of devotion, transforming the truth of a stolen engagemen

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

I pointed out curiously. "Bridget has been going nuts lately, I heard she has been trying to dispose your properties illegally but I stopped her, so it doesn't matter anymore and also she contradicted herself, she said your husband is after your money which is very impossible because from my research, you husband is a billionaire and he doesn't need your money and also, I don't see you as someone that will go to that length." I am glad that he doesn't believe her but he is wrong about me, I am that girl. I was really desperate to make sure that Bridget didn't end up with the inheritance and I agreed to a contract marriage, I am just lucky that we ended up falling in love.

I expected to see those familiar eyes. That blazing spirit. The woman who never bowed her head to anyone. But when the veil fell away— The woman standing before me was not Abigail. It was Amelia. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her lips trembling with barely restrained joy. The longing in her eyes was impossible to hide, as if she had waited her entire life for this moment. Time seemed to stop. Then the temple erupted. “Isn’t that Amelia?!” “They switched the bride?!” “I heard Abigail in a casino a few days ago saying she gave the mating contract to Amelia!”

The moment I shut the door, the message I had refused time and time again surfaced once more: "If you agree, I'm ready to pay any price to steal you from your wedding." Outside the room, Adriana went on describing her dream wedding amid snow-capped mountains and blooming flowers. Threaded through her words was Carlo's patient, indulgent voice repeating, "Whatever you say." I let out a bitter laugh and typed back, "There's no need to steal me away. You're my groom." "Carlo, if you were meant to end up in the snowy mountains, then I'll go to the warm Tuscanica instead. I'll let you go, and I'll finally free myself as well," I mused inwardly.

They were waiting. For what came next. For who owned me. For who controlled me. For who would claim me. And suddenly I understood— I wasn’t just a bride. I was a spark. A weapon. A secret. A war. And this wedding… Was never meant to be a celebration. It was a battlefield. And I was standing in the center of it. I took flight to the other side of the mansion, tearing off part of my wedding dress to run freely. And I ran out.