روايات وقصص ضمن The Bride Who Walked Away

Chapter 148: I am fvcking alone! **Christiana’s POV** I thought I was his Cee and he was my Bee? What changed? I noticed the crowd behind me now. Sandra, Desmond, some hotel staff, and some of my guests for the wedding. No one could comfort me or say the right words. Because what words even existed for this? What could anyone possibly say when a bride was abandoned on her wedding day with nothing but a note that told her she was never truly wanted.

Even the rain seemed to hush. Sumitra gasped. Aarika's eyes widened in shock. "Oh my god... she walked?" Aarika whispered. "She really walked? From the road to here? In the rain?" The bride took another step forward. Her feet were blistered, and her anklet had snapped somewhere on the road. There were visible marks—raw red skin from the distance she had walked. But despite the pain, her back remained straight, her lips pressed tightly as she fought the tears stinging at the corners of her eyes.

“But we left the aisle.” I blinked, thrown for a second. “What?” She swallowed hard. “They always say… if the groom leaves the aisle, if the bride walks away, it’s a sign. It means the union is cursed. That we shouldn’t go through with it. We both walked away.” I nearly laughed. Superstition? After all we’d been through? “Alina,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You think I give a damn about old superstitions? You think I care about some archaic belief over the way I feel about you?”

than anything else. I couldn’t wait to walk out of that hall. I was already tired of this whole charade. “You may now kiss the bride,” the priest’s words pierced through my ears, and I realized, too late, that he needed to kiss me, right here, right now. “I can’t!” I thought, horrified. In an instant, this bastard’s lips would be on mine, sucking the life out of me. “Fuck!” I hissed, taking a step back. I might be the craziest bride to run away from her own wedding, but I couldn’t think of anything else in that moment. All I wanted was to escape.

“Have you never once considered making our bond real? We could live openly. We could be complete.” I pulled free. “Go. My heart has chosen, and it was never you.” Her tears fell freely then, and she fled the estate. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air long after she left, too warm, too human, clashing against the cold marble and iron wards of the Dominion. I pressed my fingers to my temples and reached instinctively for the faint imprint Vivienne once left on these walls, but her presence had been erased so thoroughly that even memory struggled to find it.

it was too much. Alex stood quietly a few steps away, his face filled with guilt and sorrow. He didn’t speak. He just watched her, ready to accept whatever happened next. Aurora looked at him for a long moment, then back at Charlie. “I need time,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t… I can’t do this right now.” She turned and started walking down the aisle, away from the altar, her dress trailing behind her. The guests parted silently, watching the broken bride walk away from her own wedding.

“This wedding is a disaster…” As Lucas was forced toward the doors, his eyes found Millie one last time. And instead of looking guilty… She smiled. A slow, beautiful, dangerous smile. Lucas shook his head with a laugh despite the situation. “You’re insane,” he muttered. Millie lifted her glass slightly in response. Then she turned and walked away gracefully, her red dress trailing behind her like fire. Every eye in the ballroom followed her. Even Cindy’s. The bride looked humiliated, standing alone at the altar while her groom stared at another woman leaving his wedding.

Jasper’s glare sharp enough to cut and the rest of them, uncles, advisors, strangers watching like I was a horse being auctioned. I nodded once and firmly. “Yes.” Dax held my gaze for one long second longer and then he turned to the room. “Then it’s settled. The bride will be prepared by tomorrow. We leave for her new home in Eldoria with her groom.” I nodded again, mechanical, and numb and turned around. Hot tears spilled the moment my back was to them. I walked out fast, heels clicking on marble, vision blurring as I questioned my own stupidity. Why did I agree?

When our number is finally called at the courthouse, my fianceé takes the appointment slip I'd spent three hours waiting for and hands it to her male best friend. "Zach and I will go in first. It's better for PR. You can take the next slot." Zach Jones slips my wedding ring onto his finger and flashes a smile at me. "Don't worry, man. I'm a PR professional. We're just signing some paperwork and taking a few courthouse photos. It's no big deal." Then, they walk hand in hand toward the registration office, neither one of them caring enough to notice my reaction. I close my eyes. For seven years, to avoid public suspicion, Eva Sinclair has used Zach as her stand-in for PR events. When ph

I went to the Emperor myself and secured a decree making the princess's beloved young man her royal consort. The whole princess's residence was stunned. They'd all expected me to kick up a fuss and refuse to let him become her consort. The princess herself was delighted and bewildered. "How did you convince His Majesty?" It was a fair question. What she couldn't buy with all her military glory and the fortune she'd amassed, how had I managed to get? By asking to end our marriage, of course, and volunteering to serve as the Crown Prince's envoy to the Norvik clans. I'll spend the rest of my life protecting the peace and prosperity of the Aurelian Empire. And I'll leave Helena Clarence