Romans & histoires The Bride He Cast Away On Their Wedding Night

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

Then one morning Amy entered her dressing room to find an exquisite pearl and emerald bridal tiara waiting. Beside it lay a simple parchment note in Viktor's flowing hand: "New beginnings deserve their own traditions unfettered. Please grant me the honor of our renewing sacred vows beside our son's that day - for no treasured past outshines the one being built each moment with you." Amy's eyes misted reading Viktor's heartfelt words, a girlish blush warming her cheeks. How like him to orchestrate so thoughtful and romantic a gesture! She hurried to where she knew Viktor awaited in his study, embracing him soundly in answer.

Pierre said as he stroked my bare shoulder affectionately, “but that’s to be expected. She was a virgin bride, after all.” “Ah… yes,” Luthias said with a slow nod as he stood looking at the window and inspected something in the courtyard below. “A virgin bride who was widowed on her wedding night.” “Was it on her wedding night?” Pierre asked with surprise. “I was under the impression it was a few days later. “Yes, yes,” Luthias said impatiently, “while attempting to recover her from her captors.” “What captors?” Pierre looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. “You did not run away from him on your wedding night and he followed to fetch you?” he asked.

"With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine. Her heart thudded, How strange and scary, Did he just say the wrong vow? And are the people here deaf not to hear the wicked vows? "With this candle, I will dim your way in the light" He added as he impassively blew off the candle flame, It was the opposite vow. How could a groom vow to dim his bride's way to light and the whole assemblage silent like it's the most normal thing on earth? "With this ring, I bind you to eternal doom" he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently.

“The marriage was to be arranged, you to be turned the night of the wedding. I didn’t like the idea of doing all this behind your back and voiced my opinions. Of course, Mother and Father didn’t hear a word of it and told me that you would be a good bride. Little did they know you had fallen in love with Craven. We meet a fortnight before the wedding, and you told me that your heart would never be mine. Truth be told, I really didn’t take that too well. Rumors started that you were a witch and had put a spell on me and the young Craven. “Two days before the wedding, you were arrested and thrown into the dungeons. When I found you in the dungeons, I was furious. I ordered them to let you go,

Before I can react, before I can demand what she means, her body melts into smoke, dissolving into the shadows, leaving nothing but the echo of her words. I collapse to my knees, clutching the blank note still tight in my hand. The scent lingers. The word bride echoes in my mind, pounding in rhythm with my frantic heartbeat. I wasn't married to anyone! I was betrothed to Alpha Aldric! How am I a runaway bride?

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.

"Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…" Diego sounded like he was panting heavily on the other end of the line, almost like he was running while answering my call. "Carlotta Capuano! Arianna's life is way more important than our wedding! Stop it with your pathetic acting just to make yourself sound pitiful to get our attention!" Then, he hung up on me. The next two hours were like hell for me. The thugs tore off my wedding dress, sliced every inch of my skin open with their sharp knives, and broke all four of my limbs.

Although Lazlo spent a fortune, the result was satisfactory. “How ignorant.” The bride trembled with anger. She wanted to say something, but Lazlo clearly tricked her. Ronan was angry at this scene, shocked to see such shameless people. “Young lady, stop wasting your time on them and come with me instead. You’ll only suffer more insults if you stay. They're very powerful. You’re no match for them!” Ronan grabbed the bride and walked away with her. She would only be humiliated if she remained. It was better to leave.

" I dug my fingernails into my palms as my heart throbbed painfully. In the room, I looked around the crowd of mocking faces and perfectly understood that this was a scene specially staged by Adeline and Tracie, all to make me the laughingstock of Crisea and please Everett. They were certain I would flee like a coward, but I wasn't going to let them have it their way. I walked up, knelt on one knee before the bride, and pulled out a ring. "Will you marry me?" For a moment, dead silence fell over the room before Adeline's rage and Tracie's panic followed. Adeline rushed forward and yanked me up. "Have you lost your mind, Aston? Are you serious about marrying a widowed fishmonger?