The Bride He Cast Away On Their Wedding Night の小説・ストーリー

The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood. However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it usually happened. Even the wedding gown wasn't white.

We exchanged our wedding rings and proclaimed long life commitment to each other. Before we were proclaimed husband and wife the priest asked “Is there anyone against this marriage?If so please come forth and lay your complaint…" When no one came forth, we were proclaimed husband and wife. We shared our matrimonial kiss and went down to celebrate our union. I mingled with Asphalt's business partners. Took wedding photos with everyone in attendance and by the time everything was done, evening had come. I and Asphalt went back to his house and that was when my turn to play had come.

The man said, “Well, then, let’s see this blushing bride, shall we.” The man pulled me over to the one that has ruined my wedding, “My, my, it’s the Princess. The hybrid. Oh, Queen Mara will enjoy this, but first, I think it’s only fitting that you get to enjoy your wedding night. Don’t you agree, Nathen?” He asked his friend that had a hold of me, “I think so, Greg.” He pinned my arms behind my back as he ran a hand over my body, I tried to fight back,

It would take a week for the news of the bride change to make its way through the family's internal channels. That whole week, all of Chicago's underworld was buzzing. People said I'd actually given up a wedding that was right within my grasp. Others said Sofia Colombo must have some serious pull—making Vincent swap brides right before he was set to take over. I paid no mind to any of it. On the fourth afternoon before the wedding, Vincent's most trusted man, Paul, showed up at the back door of my private clinic, carrying a brand-new Louis Vuitton suitcase.

The cathedral doors burst open. Dozens of armed men stormed inside. One old man shouted, “Kill the cursed bride!” The young warrior immediately drew his sword. “No one touches my wife!” Steel clashed. Blood covered the cathedral floor. Flames consumed the altar. The bride cried while holding him. “I’m sorry…” He smiled weakly. “You promised…” He whispered. “…you’d find me again.” Everything dissolved into darkness. ⸻ Present Alessio gasped violently. He fell to one knee.

He’s the only one I’ve ever truly loved in that house. When Camille drowned in Lake Orion five weeks before her wedding, the family was shattered. But according to some old Appalachian tradition Camille’s fiancé’s family believes in, the wedding couldn’t be canceled. Not if the bride died. They said the spirits had to be appeased. The groom had to marry someone from her bloodline—or else misfortune would curse both families. That’s when Jim came to my job, eyes bloodshot, hands shaking. He begged me to step in. “Do you take Elias Maddox to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would give their last inheritance to wear a designer like this. Vera smirked. This was exactly why she was here. The joy swelling in her chest felt almost holy. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the officiator began. Didi had chosen her nephew, another pompous man who wore arrogance like a tailored suit. “We have gathered here today to witness the solemnization of my good friend, Charles Donovan, and my favorite niece, Dally Shawn. The two lovebirds who, against all odds, found their way to each other—” Vera snorted.

But it was her only way out at the moment. When it came time to say their vows, the officiant read the words in a monotone, barely glancing at them. “Do you, Sophia Claire Reyes, take Liam Alexander Hart as your lawfully wedded husband?” Sophia's chest tightened, her vision blurring with tears. She wasn’t crying because she loved him. She was crying because this was not how she ever imagined it—desperate, broken, marrying a stranger just to escape. “I do,” she whispered, her voice cracking. The floor beneath her shoes suddenly felt cold.

Raphael raised a brow as he stared at Caspian. "My supposed 'bride' unfortunately died in the accident— don't you get what that means?" He asked as he saw their clueless expression which slowly turned into one of understanding. "That means…" Aeon exchanged looks with Raphael who nodded " The hunt for a bride is now on" "Exactly" Caspian nodded and turned away from them and walked to a table at the middle of the room. Different sizes of knives were placed there. Caspian picked up the smallest and twirled it in his Ii They'll find a bride for me instead, one they'll use as a weapon" He turned back to face them, a grin on his face "But I'll beat them to it"