Novel & Cerita The Bride Who Walked Away

(Alexander’s POV) Chase wasn’t done explaining to me yet where on earth she got me a bride when the pianist started playing the Bridal Chorus. My forehead creased as I turned toward the woman in white walking alone in the aisle. She was wearing a simple silver-white wedding gown Mei had chosen. Mei, running away on our wedding day was devastating already, taking a bride from somewhere was another highly upsetting decision.

The time difference between my world and her world was quite different. . "I...", I was about to apologize when she picked her bag and started leaving from there without sparing a glance toward me. I walked behind her to calm down my bride's anger. "Andy..." . No response... . "Andy" . No response... . "Andrella" . No response... . "Andrella" . No response... .

the woman whom I guess is the wedding organizer. How can a wedding organizer not recognize the bride? “It’s your turn to walk ma’am...” she said and pushed me towards the aisle. I have no choice but to walk, maybe the groom will realize that I am not his bride. But I was wrong. He didn’t recognize his bride! Seriously? What’s wrong with this wedding? Even the guests didn’t recognize me. Is this some kind of blind wedding? I didn’t know it is still relevant these days. “Uh... I think you got the wrong bride.” I whispered to the man at the end of the aisle.

Before I could respond, she grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the elevator, leaving my assistants behind. I yanked my hand from her grasp, a frown forming. “What’s going on?” She gave a nervous laugh, lightly patting my wrist. “Why so serious, Kellen?” I crossed my arms, my expression serious. “You better start talking.” Her smile faded, and she took a deep breath. “Alright, no more games. I’m Henessey, not Helena. Your actual bride ran away. Please call off the wedding.” “What?!”

The other person explained: “Don’t you know? She is Atlas’s ex-lover. They used to love each other very much, but since Atlas became disabled, she used that as an excuse to break up with him.” “Is Atlas’s former rumored girlfriend?” Below, everyone was talking about Winifred, on the stage, a man in a suit, holding a microphone started speaking: “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to my family’s wedding. First, I would like to invite the bride to step onto the stage.” As soon as he finished speaking, the bride walked in from the door. The scene was quiet, many eyes were focused on the young girl in a pure white wedding dress walking, and most people were curious about what kind of per

The wedding couldn’t be over already. Getting out of bed, I put on a short dress I had bought from one of the slave seamstresses and stepped out. When I saw Maryanne at the door, I went there. She was drinking soda and so was everyone around her. “What happened? Was the wedding cancelled?” “Cancelled?” Maryanne said. “No, even more salacious. The bride is gone, and no one knows where she is.” “Jane is gone,” one of the girls said. “Yeah, apparently she ran away.”

“We’ve hosted many weddings here, ma’am. I’m afraid I’d need more details.” “It would’ve been dramatic,” I pushed. "The bride ran out of the wedding." That got his attention. His eyes widened before narrowing in suspicion. “Why do you ask?” “I need to know what happened,” I whispered. “Please.” Lawrence hesitated, glancing around the empty lobby before lowering his voice. “I remember it now. Yes. It was quite the scandal. The groom on that day publicly left the bride at the altar and married her little sister whom he claimed to love. Everyone was shocked. The bride ran out of the hall before anyone could stop her.”

Elsie’s POV Several minutes passed after Eleanor walked out but I was still frozen in my seat as I was still trying to process what had just happened. ‘Your sanity, or your marriage.’ The threat hung in the air and I knew without doubt that she wasn’t joking. A woman who had nothing to lose on this and only cared for herself was someone I needed to run away from because even if she hurt me, she would not blink. I stumbled out of my chair, my legs shaking so violently I had to lean against the table for support and when I could finally walk, I headed up the staircase with my eyes running around to see if Eleanor or her cohorts were hiding somewhere, waiting to strike.

“You can’t back away, you signed the agreement and I won’t have you or any member of your family embarrass me, what do I tell people, that the bride ran away?” “You can’t even put your family to order Mr Ford, how do you want to manage your company if I revive it? The wedding must hold tomorrow, I don’t care if you have to drag your second daughter to the altar. I am done here.” I gasped as the realization of what was about to happen hit me, I turned around and hid behind a pillar, watching him walk away, I couldn’t even get a look of his face to know what he looks like. I was supposed to be Jessica’s bridesmaid, but now I’m taking her position as a bride.

“You’re delusional. Get out of my salon before I have you dragged out. And don’t even think about working anywhere in this city again. You’re finished, Elena. No one wants a criminal.” Elena didn’t flinch. She stared at her for a long moment, her silence unnerving Avery more than any outburst could. Then she simply gave a small, almost pitying smile. “Goodbye, Avery.” With that, she walked out—slowly, gracefully, every step echoing like a vow. The staff parted as she passed, some looking at her with pity, others with curiosity. Outside, the sky was darkening, heavy with rain. She pulled her coat tighter around her and took a deep breath, letting the cool air calm her racing heart.