The Bride He Cast Away On Their Wedding Night Novels & Stories

It was my wedding night, and I was supposed to be in bed with my husband—an old man my foster mother had sold me to because, to her, I was nothing more than trash. I lay stiffly on the bed, waiting for the nightmare to begin. A rosy pink blindfold covered my eyes tightly. Earlier that evening, after the wedding ceremony, I had discovered the strange tradition of this house: the bride’s eyes must remain shut until her husband had “claimed” her. Fear curled deep inside my chest.

After destroying my throat, he ripped the front of my dress open, exposing my tits, then bent me over the altar. He slammed into my pussy without warning, pounding me mercilessly while I moaned like a broken slut. “Look at you,” he growled, spanking my ass red. “Getting fucked on the altar in your wedding dress by your own stepbrother. What would your husband think if he saw his pure bride like this?” “He’d see what a filthy whore I am for you,” I sobbed, pushing back against his cock. Kai pulled out and shoved himself straight into my ass, reaming me deep and hard.

“Isabella.” Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his shirt collar was wrinkled. He had barely left Bianca’s room all week. I approached the table. “You’re marrying her.” “She’s recovering.” “Because you promised to marry her.” Matteo set down the pen. “Her heart stopped once. I can’t let that happen again.” “So our wedding is canceled?” “Postponed.” “Until after she becomes your wife?” His brow tightened. “This isn’t about love.” “Then what is it?”

family is a rising power in the Naples region, with businesses ranging from port smuggling to casinos and hotels. However, to be honest, this family's influence is like a child's toy compared to our "Shepherd" family. According to tradition, the night before the wedding, the groom must meet the bride face to face to discuss ceremony details and exchange covenant tokens as a sign of respect. I sat in the designated guest room, from sunset to midnight, but Matteo Leonardo never showed up. This public snub made my family guards' faces darken with anger. Near midnight, the door opened, but it wasn't Matteo.

Absurd comments kept flying, and I couldn't help but laugh. I lifted my gaze to the stage, where Victor's face flickered from pale to red, helpless. "Victor, did you hear that? They say I'm your lawful wife. So, whose wedding are you even holding right now?" Victor's face turned crimson. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn't argue with the relatives, and he wouldn't dare meet my eyes. He just kept his head low, cringing like a coward.

“He doesn’t want you anymore, sweetheart. Her voice dripped with venom. “I’m the one he loves. I’m the one who can satisfy him. You’re just a shadow in his life. You meant nothing to him, just take a good look at you, do you think he is going to choose you over me?” Cat’s chest tightened at the words. “How dare they?” “No… this can’t be real. Please, tell me this is a prank. Cat’s voice wavered with desperation as she stepped forward, reaching out to her husband. “Please, tell me you didn’t do this… I can overlook that you made a mistake and brought a prostitute to our bed. Please—” The woman groaned at me, her eyes staring daggers. “Who do you think is called a prostitute? I am his fucking

The story proceeds: In an electrifying moment, she felt it—today, she would belong to Sheppard forever, and he would be hers for life. The thrill coursed through her veins, igniting every fiber of her being, until a heart-stopping catastrophe shattered her dreams! Beverly’s voice rang out like a siren, raw and piercing. "I've been deceived! I've been made a fool of all this time!" The bride erupted into the air, her heart pounding with layers of anguish and disbelief. With trembling lips, she managed to force out the words, "He said he's not coming."

She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't notice that and spoke over her. “Will you marry me Miss Odessa Vale?” She closed her mouth slowly and stared at the diamond ring in front of her. “Oh shit, I didn't kneel” I quickly got on one knee. The whole restaurant was staring, people were bringing their phones out to record. Silly me had forgotten how famous we were. She kept staring at the ring and at me. The silence was getting uncomfortable and I was ready to take whatever answer she gave. “Yes, yes I'll marry you Ricardo” she slid her fingers into the ring I was holding, with a beautiful wide smile.

Then, without waiting for my response, he added, “But that can be arranged. It comes with another condition.” I already knew I wouldn’t like it. “Let’s hear it.” “Come with your wife,” he said simply. “Bring her. Properly introduce her as your wife.” I said nothing. “You married her,” he continued, almost amused now. “Yet nobody outside these walls knows she exists. Very few inside do. Don’t you think it’s time?” “That won’t be possible,” I said flatly. “Why not?” he pressed. “She is your wife, Luciano. Or is there something you haven’t told me?”