The Wedding He Stole From Me Novels & Stories

The second before the car crash, my best friend, Chester Hastings, covered me with his body. When we woke up, he was amnesiac, and he mistook my fiancee, Aria Quentin, for his own girlfriend. In the hopes that he would get better soon, the four of us decided to go along with the mistake. The first month, my pre-wedding vacation was hijacked. Chester held Aria and kissed her while I was left at the back of the pack holding bags for the five of us. The second month, Chester moved into our marital home. My name was replaced with Chester’s on the deed. My older sister, Vanessa Hutton, comforted me. “Chester only got amnesia because he saved you. We’re only doing this to help him get hi

After five years by Leonardo Rizzo's side through bloodshed and gunfire, I had finally made it to our wedding day. In those five years, my surgical skill had earned me a reputation throughout Chicago. I had saved Leonardo more times than I could count. But as I stood at the altar in my wedding dress, he walked straight past me and slipped my ring onto his adopted sister Julia Rizzo's finger. My whole body went rigid. Leonardo looked back at me. There was a hint of apology in his voice, but he made no move to take back the ring. "Baby, when Julia and I were children, I promised she'd be my bride at my first wedding. As the Don of the Rizzo family, I can't break a promise. You'll understand, w

On my boyfriend, Cole Anderson’s phone, everyone had a personalized contact name. My best friend, Zoey Collins, was saved as "Zoey-Bear." Me? I was just a plain, nameless ten-digit string of numbers. When I asked him about it, he just reached out and ruffled my hair. "I know your number by heart, babe. I don't need a contact tag to tell me it's you." He chuckled and added, "Besides, your bestie is practically the boss of both of us. If I want a future with you, I've gotta stay on her good side." Zoey backed him up, reassuring me with a gentle nudge. "Don't sweat it, girl. You're the actual girlfriend here. He knows where his heart belongs." I really believed Cole. I thought staying u

An hour before our wedding, my fiancé, Rhys, the heir of the Falcone family, casually said, "Sienna, there was a mix-up with your custom wedding dress. It's a size too small. "Lexi is smaller than you. It fits her perfectly. Let her walk down the aisle instead of you." Before I could even speak, his childhood sweetheart had already changed into my dress. She looked at me with pleading eyes. "Sienna, this dress is too tight. It'll hurt you. When the ceremony is over and we post the photos on the family networks, we can just Photoshop our faces. It's the same thing." "You don't need to explain." Rhys held Lexi's hand, habitually shielding her behind him just as he had done since they were

I was engaged to Theodore Harrison, heir to the Harrison family. I wanted a perfect wedding, so I lost 22 pounds in three months. I cut out carbs completely and took five Pilates classes a week, all so I could look my very best in the Harrison heirloom gown. But when I went in for my fitting, the maid brought out a plain dress instead. Still in the dress, I demanded an explanation. Theodore, my fiancé, answered as if it were no big deal. "Layla's young, and she loves pretty clothes. So I had the heirloom gown sent to her." He looked at me like he'd only just noticed how much I'd changed. "That gown belongs on someone dazzling, like Layla. Right now, you look like a walking skeleton. "It does

He begged that I should relocate to New York and keep an eye on you, I was able to attend the secret wedding due to some invitation card that I stole from a lady on her way to the event, I will call that a gun robbery because I took her phone, her clothes, and the invitation card, applied makeup on my face till I looked just like her" My ears were filled and my eyes were wide open, it felt like a dream to me and I couldn't help but gulp my saliva out of fear. She became a threat to me but at the same time, I badly wanted to she where she was going with her revelation. "Why does he want you to keep an eye on me, he wants me now?, after tearing my heart apart like a beast. He should go fuck hi

She said surprising me. "Look, I didn't drive all the way to hear such shit, once a person buys shares then it can't be undone, I admit I despise him a lot, only because he stole from me." I answered. "Stole?" She asked. "Yes." I answered as she laughed. "He stole my Bride on my wedding day and married her." I said as her laughter stopped. "Excuse me!" She yelled. "You heard me, I was about to get married to Stacey Miers. Who I assume you know, but your brother badged in uninvited and knocked me unconscious then stole my wife from me." I said seriously.

The meal looks luxurious, no doubt but with the thought of what his father could have in mind, he loses appetite. The only sound that is heard in the dining room is the sound of his parent's cutlery on their respective plates. He looked up and saw his mother beaming fondly at him. His mother is a gorgeous young woman in her late forties, he must have stolen his good looks from her. She's dark-haired, and her skin is as white and clear as milk; the media says she married his father for the wealth he possesses but only an insider like himself knows how much his parents love each other.

The hotel wasn't far from our wedding hall. I walked into his room slowly. I was hiding behind the curtains. I clicked his picture, kissing her, sucking her, and a small clip of it. That was enough. I contorted my lips in disgust. I just wish I had more time to think, to decide. I did what seemed right at that moment. Now I was feeling trapped in an unwanted wedding, and… no doubt - unwanted. ' Look what a king-in-waiting is doing! '

I hesitated, calling the contracted money mine, and this wedding our wedding. " I bought it from my money, not yours. I'm not deducting money from your money. We're already married. You're my wife. " He said as he slipped his one hand in his pocket. " Um... " I stared down at my hand, and revolved the phone, " Thanks, " I said and slid both phones in the purse. My eyes filled with water as I got emotional. It was touchy. I never received anything, not a single gift from anyone after my parent's death.