The Wedding He Stole From Me Novels & Stories

Soon, the wedding day arrived. The hall brimmed with guests, their faces alight with joy. I swelled with sweet happiness until a shrill scream shattered the moment. "Stop right there! Jolene, you shameless bitch!" I whirled around to see Mona, whose hair was disheveled, charging at me like a madwoman. She grabbed my wedding dress, shrieking, "Jolene Greer! Why are you taking everything from me? You stole Douglas and Marcel. And now you're stealing my marriage! Just what the hell are you trying to do?"

He's mine. "You won't be happy. You'll suffer for the rest of your life with him. I promise you that." She bumped into me as she left. I swallowed hard. Call me a thief and a bad woman, I don't care. I'll gamble even though I know I'll lose, that's how much I love him. Wedding day. I stood in front of the priest, beside the man I dreamed of being with forever. This is the beginning of my wishes coming true.

... While I waited for my dress, Desmond appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arm and pulling me outside. He looked scruffy and unhinged. "Let's go to City Hall and get our marriage certificate." My head spinning, I realized he had lost it. I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. "How long are you gonna keep this up? Do you have to ruin my life? Can't I have a good day? I wasted 13 years on you. Can't you stop being so selfish?"

I snatch it up again, stare at the cursive letters until they blur, rage bubbling in my throat, hot and sharp—the kind of rage that would make me strangle one of them if I had the chance. I knew this wedding was happening. I saw the announcement in the papers a month ago. I heard Harry telling Chase not to miss it at the gala. But somehow… seeing it written here, gold and smug on thick cream paper, is a confirmation I wasn’t prepared for. Probably because I thought something would happen before now. That Chase and I would’ve found something incriminating, pulled the rug out from under them, and reclaimed what was stolen from me. But now Chase isn’t here. And I’m alone with this.

But for now, he would focus on dinner and try to forget the weight of the day, if only for a moment. That same night, somewhere else, the room was dark, lit only by a single lamp on the desk. Smoke curled from a half-burned cigar resting in the ashtray. Zagaff Manscent sat back in his leather chair, his fingers crossed under his chin, his eyes locked on the newspaper spread before him. The headline screamed: WEDDING HEIST AT AVANTI HOTEL – MILLIONS STOLEN A photo of Sylvania Scarlet in her wedding dress, stared back at him.

Yet, the crowd of onlookers, drawn by the drama, only erupted in derisive laughter. “Hahaha! She actually stole Mrs. Hoover’s man! She’s done for!” Sonya Hoover jabbed a finger at my face and cursed. “You shameless trash! Still putting on an act? You think calling someone here will make me let you go? Just drop the act already! The Skylar family? I’ve never heard of them! I’m calling the cops right now and having you arrested for stealing the wedding dress!” I clutched at my ruined wounds as blood kept slipping through my fingers.

This was too much of a coincidence, and I had to find out what was going on. I followed the man as he stood outside the church. I could hear his conversation on the phone. "Hurry up and get here. The wedding has ended. That's five million well spent. She really is the most beautiful woman in Arenville. She's at least a D cup, and one look was enough to get me going. "Owen must really need the money. I can't believe he's willing to put such a gorgeous specimen's virginity up for sale." I stood stunned where I was. Five million? Virginity for sale? His words matched the line I heard in my dream exactly, and his malicious laughter sounded exactly like the one I heard in my dream. A chill ran do

I had never been afraid of loving someone, but with Finn, that had backfired on me. Even so, I believed every bit of sincerity deserved an equal return. Before bed, I scrolled through my phone and noticed that Finn had bought a bunch of headlines to announce his wedding. Judging by the timing, they were planning to get married tomorrow. The front pages showed Sophie holding his hand, and the two kissing passionately. I hadn’t been paying attention when several forwarded messages popped up—someone had sent me the news. Looking closely, it was from a friend of Finn I’d added before, but soon after, the message was deleted.

After a brief silence, her tone became pragmatic. “Then let’s set the wedding for a month from now.” After hanging up, I felt someone behind me. Ted was standing there. He held a gift box—black and gold, with a prominent logo of an Italian luxury brand. “A wedding?” he asked, frowning slightly. “Who’s getting married?” He stiffened, alert and wary. “It’s definitely not me,” I said casually. I smiled and shook my head gently. “Just a friend.” The tension on his shoulder almost instantly dissipated. The sight stung my chest.

I'll call the police right away. The moment the message was sent, I could see him typing a response. After a few seconds, he replied. 'I'm holding a wedding with Leila at the church tomorrow, but the rings we ordered haven't arrived yet. I'm only borrowing yours for now. I'll return them after the ceremony.' The realization of just how little he thought of the rings I dearly cherished caused my heart to turn to ice. 'No need. I don't wear used goods. Since you gave them to her, pay for them. Give me 20 million.'