The Bride Who Walked Away Novels & Stories

“Hubert, why has the wedding been canceled? Did something happen?” “It’s nothing, Grandpa. I can handle it myself. In a few days, I’ll be home to visit.” After that, I ended the call in a hurry. At the sight of luggage in my hands, the housekeeper, Mrs. Zoe, looked confused. “Mr. Houde, today’s your big day. Where are you going?” “My wedding with Bridget has been canceled. From now on, we are strangers.” Mrs. Zoe’s eyes widened in disbelief. Before she could reply, the sound of laughter came from downstairs.

She seemed determined to want to leave for good. For real? Why would a bride desire to leave her marital home after her wedding with her groom? Does it make any sense at all? “It's over between us! I'm leaving you for good, and that's final.” She descended the stairs to pick up her luggage box which had rolled off from the stairs to the floor, ignoring Freddie's calls as she made her exit, her departure marked by the door slamming shut. Freddie watched her leave till she was out of sight. When I locked eyes with him by mistake, I quickly looked away to avoid his attention, just so he wouldn't end up firing me.

Playing their game. -Go away. -She said. Brahim stared at her, not understanding anything. The back of his hand caressed her warm cheek. "You're crazy," he swore. He didn't wait for an explanation, he certainly didn't care. The bride, dressed in her enormous, pompous and flashy dress, was left alone in the middle of the aisle. She felt a great emptiness inside her. It was the uncertainty of not knowing who she was or why she ended up in the hands of the Tonali brothers.

On the second ring, he picked it up—not without hissing. “How's it going?” her anxious voice echoed. He smirked. He felt good that she was a bit destabilized. At least she'd reduce the running of her lips for some time. “I told you I have it under control.” With that, Mrs Beth breathed in. ———————- “What did you find out?” Ethan’s voice sounded, as he took a drag from his cigarettes. “That she left abroad.” “What!” his voice echoed. He couldn't believe his runaway bride would ever have the means to travel abroad.

Just then, his eyes fell in our direction and our eyes met. I didn't fail to notice the shocked expression on his face but the next moment, it was gone. He looked away from me to the woman in a white wedding dress. I felt my heart squeezing violently inside my chest as my eyes watered."let's get out of here." I breathed and got up. The bride was walking towards Francisco in the opposite direction of me. The only person that should be standing right now was the bride as an old man walked her to the altar but the case was different here. Just as I was about to walk past the woman, I bumped shoulders with her and took a glance at her only to find her smirking at me.

His gray eyes stared straight ahead, as if the entire world meant nothing to him. As if he weren't the person who had changed brides. She still wondered what had happened to the original bride. The orchestra swelled. She stepped forward, each movement feeling like she was walking deeper into a cage. Gasps rippled through the crowd; whispers followed her like shadows. "Gosh! What a beautiful wedding gown!" “I will sell my entire family to be the one walking down to the alter right now.” “Miss Elena is so lucky!” Her face burned beneath the veil, but she kept walking. The guest still didn't know that the bride had changed.

“No, he didn’t.” But Victoria didn’t repeat herself. She turned to face the guests, forcing a tight smile. “The ceremony will be postponed,” she said loudly, though her voice quivered. “Please, enjoy the refreshments in the other hall.” It was useless. The crowd was already buzzing again, a storm of voices and gossip. Reporters whispered excitedly. Cameras flashed. Everyone knew the truth now—the groom had run away. Bridget stood frozen at the altar, staring at the empty aisle. Her veil fluttered softly as the air from the ceiling fans moved through the hall. She felt her world tilt, everything spinning around her.

The perfect wedding. The perfect union. The perfect lie. Then came the words I had been dreading. "You may kiss the bride." The crowd cheered louder. I turned toward Catherine. Slowly. I leaned forward. Just enough. Then Catherine stepped back. The cheering died instantly. A collective gasp spread through the audience once more. My stomach dropped. Catherine didn't look at me. Didn't say a word. She simply gathered part of her dress and walked away from the altar. The silence that followed was deafening.

He wore the same neutral, rigidly controlled expression he adopted when negotiating billion dollar deals against shrewd opponents. When the wedding march pealed out, everyone stood and looked back at the entrance to the church. Conversation was hushed. Framed in the arched entry, stood a single figure. Lily had chosen to walk down the aisle on her own, a gesture that hinted at bad relations with our father. But then, did Lily have good relations with anyone?

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '