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

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

Holding Christine's hand affectionately, he turned toward the guests and announced with practiced sincerity: "Thank you all for coming to mine and Christine's wedding today. I know everyone is probably wondering why the groom isn't Tony." As he spoke, he let out an exaggerated sigh and put on the face of a tragic martyr. "It's because... for Christine's sake, I already mortgaged myself to that investor. "To help the Moore family survive this crisis, I signed away ten years of my life. After Tony found out, he realized the Moore family was a bottomless pit, so he chose to step aside and support our love through hardship." Christine snapped her head toward him, shock and disbelief filling her

At 10:00 am the next morning, the island sunlight was blinding. The wedding venue was extravagantly luxurious. A towering champagne display reflected shards of golden light while business elites and socialites mingled beneath the floral arches. I stood at the end of the aisle wearing a gray bridesmaid dress. Laughter and whispers drifted around me from time to time. "Look at that. The actual fiancee got shoved into a bridesmaid dress. That's a new one." "Trevor's really gone too far this time. He's humiliating Helena in front of everyone."

I stood there for a long moment, clutching the strap of my bag, afraid to move as if I might leave fingerprints on a life that wasn’t mine. My wife. The words Adrian had spoken earlier echoed in my mind, heavy and unreal. They didn’t feel like a promise. They felt like a label—something temporary, something borrowed. I slowly sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing my hands over the fabric of my dress. Sophia’s face flashed in my thoughts. The confidence in her posture. The pain in her eyes. I’m the woman he was supposed to marry. My chest tightened. So that was it. I wasn’t chosen. I was convenient. A solution to a problem he needed to erase.

“You’ve rumpled and dirtied my clothes.” I straightened immediately. I stood up from the ground, trying to collect what remained of my dignity. My ceremonial dress felt like it was strangling me. I bent down and yanked off my heels one by one, throwing them aside. Killian watched the whole thing, still grinning like this was the most entertainment he’d had in months. Alpha energy radiated from him in waves, making my wolf pace restlessly inside me. “So the bride is making a run for it, huh?” His voice was lazy, teasing. “Don’t want to show how gentlemanly your future mate is?”

“I’m sorry.” My thoughts immediately turned to Vincenzo. The timing was too precise, too convenient to ignore. I had been handed to him as a substitute bride, a deception that had ignited pure fury in the Don on our wedding day. And now, weeks later, my entire family had been dismantled by authorities. Coincidence? In the world I had married into, coincidences felt like fairy tales. Had he done this? Had my father’s desperate gamble backfired spectacularly, or had Vincenzo decided the De Lucas were no longer useful—perhaps even a liability worth destroying as retribution for the insult of the wrong bride?

He asked. I clenched my jaw. “It does to me.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Let’s just say, my bride died this morning, and nobody knows. Now, you will take her place.” Those words hit me like a slap in the face. His bride died… this morning? Like on their wedding day? My heart sank. I was replacing his dead bride. “That’s it?” I asked, my voice raising. “Your bride died this morning, so you decided to pick the first woman you found in the forest?”

It's one thing to get married, it's another thing getting married to your mean, arrogant boss. I had excused myself from Antonio's mother saying I wanted to rest and sleep since we had come late home from her ladies group where she wanted to introduce me as Antonio's fiancé and his soon to be bride. The ladies were quite lovely and accepting. Didn't feel any bad blood there.

He tried to touch me but I stepped back from him immediately. "You broke me into many fragments Carlo. It took a lot of effort to fix me again. I won't have you or anyone ruin my life in that manner ever again!" I turned away and stepped into the waiting cab, closing the door after me and ignoring his attempt to chase me as the cab began moving. My eyes sting me and the tears continue to flow down my cheeks and I did nothing to stop them. Who abandons his bride on the day of their wedding without any notice, not a single word and disappears without a trace for a long time, only to show up years later in another country, begging to be forgiven, begging to be taken back?