The Wedding He Stole From Me Novels & Stories

I was trying on my bridal dress when the hotel manager called. "Miss McPherson, someone's come to wreck your grand wedding venue," he announced, his voice tinged with a hint of glee. "You should come here to assess the damage." I was stunned. I had spent half a year of my hard-earned savings on this wedding! Who did these culprits think they were? Tomorrow was supposed to be the day I married my fiancé of seven years, Matteo Brando. Why was someone sabotaging our wedding now?

In my mind I have painted this perfect picture for our future, it was so perfect in my head, I thought I had it all figured out until she fell in love with that guy, Ethan. He stole her from me, he stole my woman right before my very eyes. He did not just steal her heart away, he also took her away from us, spending every minute with her. He did not give her time to spend with us anymore, he did not give her to chance to socialise or meet any other guy. To make it worse, they got married right after our graduation, just the way I'd planned for Harper and me, rubbing it in my face that he got the girl. He practically stole my dreams, he stole the love of my life.

There was only one person that did not want the wedding and would go this far to ensure it happened so. “Who sent you to kidnap me?” He waited and then slowly, he replied: “Lionel Williams.” I fell to the ground quietly wishing what I heard wasn’t true. Lionel was desperate; he was crazy… but this? I could never have imagined Lionel would go this far. How dare he use my sister to lure me into a trap to take me away from his own wedding?

Now there were just four of us. “Getting married,” I muttered. His eyes widened as he looked at me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was horrified. “No kidding, who's the unlucky girl? Tell me about her.” “We just met, so I don't know much.” “That's all you know about your wife:-to-be?” “She's pretty, and she stole from me.” “Wait, let me get this straight. Someone stole from you and you decided that you'd get back at her by marrying her.”

They obviously don’t belong in each other’s arms— he’s mine to begin with… and I’m going to make sure they don’t end up with each other. I chuckled at the thought, a few moments ago I hated his guts, not wanting to see his face again. Now I want him for myself—No, I don’t want him… I need him for my revenge. Nena caught my attention. She has this weird look on her face, though she’s smiling. I smiled, she doesn’t know it yet, but I will make sure to steal her grandson from his bride to be. “Excuse me.” I walked away with grace but I slightly looked back at Rowan’s eyes— his eyes never left mine. I smirked, a subtle invitation to follow me.

As everyone cheered, Leonard and Selene slipped rings onto each other's fingers—the rings that should have been his and mine. A sharp ache flared in my nose, and my eyes burned like I'd gotten sand in them. I didn't know why, but my chest felt hollow like nothing could hold me down anymore. I finally realized there was no grief deeper than a heart that had gone cold. Then, my assistant's voice cut through, telling me it was time to leave. She was right. I'd seen love die right before me, and there was nothing left to stay for. The car bumped along the mountain road as we drove deeper into the disaster zone, the night stretching on. Without thinking, I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram

Beads of sweat trickled down my already sweaty face as I processed what he just said to me. The wedding is in two weeks? No freaking way! Without thinking twice and about the consequences, my legs pulled me forward and I grabbed Alejandro by the wrists. I pulled him backwards, my sharp nails digging deep into his flesh. “Wh…what are you talking about? What do you mean the wedding has been shifted? How so?” I stammered as my eyes widened, almost flying out of their sockets.

His plagiarism scandal had been exposed. She was completely overwhelmed and, naturally, had no time left to harass me. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. The less time she had to bother me, the better. Work had been intense lately. I needed a proper rest. I planned to sleep at home for three days straight, but a phone call from my cousin, Evan Reed, shattered that plan. He had fallen in love with a girl and decided to get married after knowing her for just three days. I tried to talk some sense into him, but he was already too far gone to listen. He even threatened to tell my parents if I skipped the wedding the next day. Left with no choice, I put on my best suit and went.

Yet hearing them talk, you'd think my face could scare people away. Some things never change. People always worship the strong and crush the weak. I shook my head and walked past Julian. "Do me a favor. Tell your dad to cancel the wedding. You're not good enough for me."

Seven days before my wedding, I discover that my stepsister Harper Brooks' wedding invitation lists the same groom as mine—Jeffrey Sullivan. At first, I assume the printing company has made a mistake. So, I take the invitations to my mom to ask what's going on. Before I can knock, I overhear her talking to Harper through the door. "Marry Jeffrey first. Once the baby's born and everything's settled, he'll go back to Barbara. She owes you her life. Letting you marry him first is the least she can do." Tears stream down Harper's cheeks. "But what about Barbara?" Mom sighs, then says matter-of-factly, "They've been together for 12 years. One piece of paper isn't going to change much. But