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

“You do not have the right to call her a slut and neither do you have the right to treat her poorly in front of everyone!” “Or what?” He spat. “She gonna run away again? Just like she did on her wedding day? She didn’t even think twice before leaving my best friend standing all alone at the altar, looking like a fool! She has no business returning here after all this time!” “Why you litt-”

I gawked at him like he had four damn heads, mind blown was an understatement for how I felt right then, at that very moment. A few moments later, it all processed and caught up with me. I felt it slowly wash over me, the pain and sudden realization that I had no choice but to break Lucas's heart, as well as my own. I really had no other choice, I had to marry a nasty beast of a man who obviously doesn't want me, all because the sins of my father were being visited upon my head. Crushing, it was all just simply crushing.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

"Lex, don't you think it's a little too late? When I was framed by Veronica, abandoned by you, and thrown out of my own home—where were you? "When I was cornered in that alley by thugs, almost ruined—where were you then? Oh, that's right. You were on a luxury yacht, keeping Veronica company on a little romantic getaway. "If that's love, then it's filthy beyond words. Your love is cheap and laughable. And besides—I'm already married. My husband wouldn't appreciate seeing another man kneeling in front of his bride." "No! I didn't know how much you suffered—I was just manipulated! Catherine, please, let's start over!"

He waited until it slowed. "Are you sure," he said. "Yes." Father Paolo started in Latin. The Marchettis had married in Latin for four generations. The language alone told the room what was being done to it. I said my vows. Atlas said this. His weren't the ones we'd agreed on at dawn. They were longer. They sounded like he'd been writing them for a long time, which I'd only understand later. I do. I do. The kiss was brief. He didn't make a show of it. He didn't have to.

“When you were born, Dad and Marco loved you. Too much. They swore you’d be their little princess.” “I didn’t allow it.” Her eyes glittered with madness. “I’m the princess of this family. You were a threat.” “So I pulled out Mom’s oxygen tube after her surgery.” “I made them think she died because of you.” My knees nearly buckled. “What…?” “You… you killed Mom?” “She was innocent!” “So?” Valentina shrugged. “And I’ll take the rest of your life too.” “Today’s wedding is only the beginning.” “I’ll show you what real despair tastes like.”

Ronan pinned her with a leveled look that told her he was unimpressed, before sighing and running his hands down his face “She’s not dead, but she’s gone. The Elders declared the marriage void, on the basis of adultery. The bastard child was proof enough." She turned properly then, studying his face in the lamplight. Ronan sat propped against the headboard, sheet pooled around his waist, there was a look in his face that was suspiciously close to relief. "And they didn't ask whose bastard?" "They didn’t need to. The sin was sufficient." He reached for the water glass on the nightstand, movements deliberate. "She's been cast out, stripped of all names and rank."

And then a single clap broke it, my grandmother. She stood, slow and steady. “Well,” she said, voice rich and sharp, “I suppose betrayal is the new bridal theme.” The room cracked with uncomfortable laughter. Clarissa’s face faltered. I turned, back straight, bouquet slipping from my hand. “Enjoy your circus,” I said to them both. “You’ll need more than applause to survive the fallout.” Then I walked away. Not from the wedding. But from them. I found myself on the hotel balcony ten minutes later, my fists clenching together as I hit the cold rail, the skyline blurring behind my tears. My hands still smelled like roses and sugar and everything I’d planned for a future that no longer existed.

The room was quiet. "My wife came into this marriage under unusual circumstances," he said. "I will not pretend otherwise. I made a contract and she signed it and we both understood what it was. What I did not understand — what I could not have predicted — is what it would become." He looked up. "What it has become is real. And I am not in the habit of abandoning real things because they are inconvenient." Gerald was looking at the table. The Zhao legal mind was writing something.

Raymond asked looking at Elias for answers. " Our marriage is not like every other marriage... it's s contract marriage." " What do you mean by that?" Raymond asked confused. Elias then explained everything to him, from how he met Ava to how they got married. When he was done explaining Raymond was quiet for a while. " Now that explains things. That is very much expected from you...so this marriage is built on contract and not love. And here I was thinking that you are a changed man." Raymond said while he reached out from the bottle of wine,he drank straight from it.