The Wedding He Stole From Me Novels & Stories

I protested, but he ignored me, pulling me into his car and driving himself. We stopped at the biggest shop in town. Before I could speak, he dragged me inside, into a dressing room, unbuttoning my shirt. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “I’m measuring you,” he replied calmly. “For an important occasion.” My eyes widened. “What occasion?” He smiled. “The black wedding. Our night.” “Oh sweetheart, I think you forgot that I’m in a haste to bust your cake and have you to the fullest! I’m measuring you for the black wedding and you know that is our former night that we are going to finally have sex together.”

The person who stood beside me at my wedding. "Harper." Connor didn't even look surprised. He sat up slowly, like I was interrupting something casual. Like I was the one who'd walked into the wrong room. I couldn't breathe. My lungs forgot how to work. "Say something," I whispered, but it came out broken. "Tell me... tell me this isn't what it looks like." Jenny laughed. She pulled the sheet around herself and stood up, and she was laughing. "Oh Harper. Always so dramatic."

Walter threw the receipt in her face, furious. "Look at the date! Look at what the payment was for!" "This is the deposit receipt from the kidney transplant center I arranged for you back then. So why does Marco have it?" Walter stood there, completely stunned. "What?" Piper froze. She caught the receipt and, for the first time, actually looked at it. The deeper her frown grew, the more Elliot unraveled. He rushed over and grabbed her arm, his face drained of color. "Piper, it's fake! Marco forged it! He only knows those details because he read my diary. He's manipulative. There's nothing he won't do!"

After my sister-in-law, Isabella Sinclair, gives birth to my niece, my older brother, Lucas Donovan, runs off with my wealthy girlfriend. Furious, I decide to take advantage of the fact that Lucas and I look alike. I go to Isabella's bedroom and knock on the door, vowing to make her and their child pay under the guise of my brother. Ten years later, Lucas returns. Looking at the happy little girl I had helped raise and the increasingly successful career Isabella has built, he sneers coldly, "I've brought your girlfriend back to you. Now, it's time for you to give me back the family you took from me." By now, that once-rich ex-girlfriend of mine, Chloe Montgomery, has already lost her en

The wedding, I had missed the wedding. I rushed back to the door and started banging on it again. “Open this door!” Footsteps finally sounded from the other side. The lock turned and Marcus walked in. I stared at him in disbelief. “You hit me and drugged me.” He closed the door behind him. “You wouldn’t have stayed quiet.” “You kidnapped me.” “I stopped you from making a mistake.” Marcus looked at me for a moment before saying, “The wedding happened.” I stared at him. “What did you do?”

He tosses his Tuxedo on the nearest couch, and fetches himself a glass of Bourbon from the bottle on the table. “Zane,” I murmur spitefully. “Hello, love.” I want to get away from him as far away as possible but the headboard behind me reminds me that there’s no way I can run from him. “You kidnapped me!” The mattress dips as he takes his seat before me. My heart pounds wildly against my chest when he brought his hands up to my face, caressing my face. “I took what was mine.” I flinch from his touch. “My father already called off the wedding.”

Each one a step toward this kitchen, this table, this man, this after. She opened note twenty-seven. Typed. Saved. He raised an eyebrow. "What does it say?" She turned the screen. Note twenty-seven: Mine. He looked at it for a long moment. Then at her. "The wedding," he said. "The wedding," she confirmed. "Is yours."

In the middle of a hurricane, I camped out on the app and snagged the last designated-driver job of the night. The man who got in wore a tailored suit and carried himself with an expensive kind of polish. He casually pulled out a few crisp bills and tucked them into the gap beside my seat. "Driving people around isn't easy these days. You even have to take jobs in a hurricane." I smiled but said nothing. His gaze landed on my ring. "You're married?" I nodded at him through the rearview mirror. "We've been married a year." "Why not get a nicer ring?" He held out his hand. "My fiancée bought me mine. Guess how much it cost." The platinum band on his finger was set with a sizable diamon

Three days before my engagement to Adrian Lamberto, I received a message from him postponing it. It was the seventh time. Adrian: [Something came up. Let's do the engagement another day.] Before I could ask what was going on, my younger sister, Livia Rossi, sent me a video. In it, she wore a white dress, her arm linked through the arm of the man I had loved for seven years. "Selena, let me borrow Adrian for three days. "The trust our grandfather left behind says I have to get engaged before I turn twenty-eight to receive my inheritance. The deadline is three days from now." Adrian chipped in gently, "It's only a temporary arrangement. Once she gets the trust fund, I'll break off the eng

On the day I married the heir apparent of the Belladale Kingdom, Elijah Hale, my mother chose me to go to the Ravelle Empire in my sister's place. Still wearing my wedding dress, I boarded the carriage bound for Ravelle without looking back even once. In my previous life, my family had sent my sister in my place because I was set to marry Prince Elijah. They never imagined that the Ravelle Emperor would be so depraved as to give her to his chief chamberlain as a wife. My sister was tortured to death, calling for our mother with her final breath. When my mother learned what had happened, her hair turned white overnight. She even said she should have sent me to Ravelle instead. After my f