The Wedding He Stole From Me Novels & Stories

I bowed deeply to everyone and said, "Sorry, everyone, but the wedding may need to be canceled. Let's just consider this a gathering and move to the next room for a meal." Once the guests were re-seated, the wedding in the adjacent room was nearing its end. I opened all the fine wine originally intended for the wedding and drank glass after glass, trying to numb myself with alcohol. After all, Jessica and I had been together for three years. I had known all along that Alex and Jessica were exes, and their dramatic romance had even become known throughout the entire university. Yet, Jessica had repeatedly assured me and had always been proactive in giving me her passwords to various apps on h

He dreamed that our wedding ceremony had gone off without a hitch; that we'd gone on honeymoon to Aerona and took photos at all the most renowned tourist destinations… When he woke up, his pillow was wet. He opened his eyes and was greeted by an empty room. I was truly gone. This time, it was his turn to try to win me over. I'd spent many years waiting for him. From this moment onward, he was going to wait until I came back to him, even if it meant spending the rest of his life waiting for me.

“As for us, we never registered a marriage.” “Legally, I was never your wife.” His face tightened. “You are my fiancée.” “I was.” I turned to leave. He caught my wrist again, this time with much less force. “Elena, don’t do this.” His voice finally lowered. “I was wrong. I should never have given the wedding to Livia.” “I’ve already told her to leave Southbank House. It belongs to you now.” “Come back with me. We’ll register immediately.” “I can transfer Southbank House to your name. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Did she pick him up off the street and bring him to her condo? I knew Jheanne had a big heart and liked helping people, but what I didn't understand was how things had escalated all the way to marriage with a man she had picked up from the street. Unless... Unless the whole thing was just an act to get back at me. A smile slowly spread across my lips. If that was the case, then everyone deserved to know their wedding was a sham. And so the beggar was rich after all. A businessman. Then why hadn't he gone home to his own family? I'd find out. And I'd start with Jheanne. —

Just before the wedding starts, Mom suddenly clutches her chest and collapses. I drop everything and rush her to the hospital. The moment we pull up to the emergency room, my phone buzzes with a text in the family group chat. "Davian's at the hospital. I lured him away. You guys can start the wedding now." A second later, Dad replies, "Good. Kayden's already up on the main stage." Then my sister, Elaine Burke, chimes in, "Kayden's waited ten years for this. Now he can finally marry Leah out in the open." Within seconds, all three messages are deleted from the chat. Then my best friend, Simon Cohen, accidentally drops a video clip of the ceremony right into the group. In the video, my

Nevertheless, what caught him off guard was the smile she was giving to the handsome man seated beside her. Ignatius' heart nearly stopped right then and there. That wasn't his wedding car. "Turn around! Turn around right now!" He pounded frantically against the driver's seat. His voice cracked with panic and desperation. "That's my fiancée! She's carrying my child!" The driver jumped in alarm, tires screeching against the pavement. Alas, it was already too late. The wedding procession had proceeded, unheeding of his wishes. 20 Maybachs sounded their horns in unison and rolled forward in tandem.

In the mirror, the words "Used Stud" were plastered across my face in bold letters. The crowd around me jeered. "Look at that, a used stud. Fits him perfectly." "I heard he's a 30-year-old virgin. Total freak." "Seriously, the nerve of this guy to even throw a wedding. Talk about shamelessness." Just then, the door swung open, and my fiancee, Ariel Booker, walked in in her wedding dress. My friend, Patrick Morris, sauntered over with a smirk. "Ms. Booker, your dress is a bit messed up."

He looked at me sincerely and continued, “I’ve had the wedding dress redesigned, and the ring will be custom-made again. I’ll give you the grandest wedding Napels has ever seen. Everyone will know that you are my only wife, Eve.” I listened quietly but felt nothing at all. It was because my ticket had been confirmed earlier that afternoon. My flight would depart three days from now at ten in the morning from Napels to Switz. I would leave this place, Lewis, this relationship that had drained everything out of me. As for the so-called wedding of the century he was promising, I would no longer be the bride.

Before my wedding, my parents and my best friend shoved me into the storage room. “Stay hidden and keep quiet. Wait for the Godfather to come find you. That’s the only way you’ll find happiness!” I curled up in the corner, waiting from dawn until nightfall, but no one ever came. Just as I was about to push the door open, I realized the storage room had been locked from the outside. I pounded on the door with all my strength, smashing at the lock until my hands were covered in blood. But when I finally made it to the wedding venue, I saw my twin sister wearing my wedding dress, her arm linked through my fiancé’s as they prepared to walk onto the stage and exchange their vows. “Are you sure th

On the day of the wedding, I wake up at four in the morning, waiting for the stylist and the cars that are supposed to take me to the venue. But seven o'clock comes, and no one shows up. Panicking, I call my childhood friend, Heath Zeller. His laughter comes through the phone. "Julian, how can you be this careless? We were told last minute that the cars aren't going to pick you up today. Everyone went straight to the hotel instead." I grab my custom-made wedding suit and rush to the hotel. By the time I arrive, drenched in sweat, the place is completely empty. Just then, Heath calls again. "I was just messing with you," he says, barely able to hold back his laughter. "You didn't ac