The Wedding He Stole From Me Novels & Stories

I was wearing my best suit—not as expensive as the designer tuxedo Stanley was probably wearing, but respectable enough for a wedding ceremony. Soon, very soon, Tommy's men would storm into that fancy hotel wedding and extract my bride from the farce she thought she wanted. They would bring her here, and I would finally have the chance to win her back properly. Stanley Richardson thought his money and status made him untouchable, thought he could just steal another man's woman without consequences. But he was about to learn that some things in life couldn't be bought, and some men wouldn't give up without a fight.

I want your fight. He didn’t deserve my fight. He deserved nothing but my hate. I pulled out the hidden box from under my bed. Inside were the tools of my plan—cash I’d stolen in small amounts over the years, a forged passport, a burner phone, a folded map marked with a route. I had been preparing for this marriage long before I knew who the unlucky groom would be. Tomorrow night, after the wedding, when the celebrations drowned everyone in liquor and laughter, I would vanish. I’d rather burn in hell than wake up in Dante Moretti’s bed.

"Aria, don't listen to Chloe. I only love you. Just don't let her know anything about us, okay? She'll make it a whole thing." I believed him. I told myself Chloe loved Miles, but he never loved her. But then, I posted our wedding photo on the social media and forgot to hide it from Chloe. That night, Chloe posted a drunken, tear-streaked video, her eyes red and glassy, a single tear clinging to her nose. It was pitiful enough to evoke sympathy in anyone watching. Around dawn, Miles' friends brought him back. He was so drunk that he could barely stand. I rushed over, asking what had happened.

I paused dramatically, "I have a bride already." The room went quiet. Mom’s mouth dropped open like I’d just confessed to murder. "You... have a bride?" she said slowly, like she didn’t believe a word. Before I could say anything more, the door creaked open. Smith hurried in, holding a brown envelope like it contained the damn crown jewels. "Sir, the document has arrived," he whispered into my ear. Mom watched him like a hawk. She didn’t miss a thing. I took the envelope and waved it at her. "See? I’m legally hitched. Married and now at peace with you."

"Then let me fulfill your wish today." She wrapped her arms around his neck, playfully whispering, "You're so bad. This is the new car my fiance gave me." The man's feigned hesitation only made her more eager. Leaning close, she breathed seductively into his ear. "Don't worry. Lucas is boring and strict. He won't even touch the car until our wedding day." The man smirked, his fingers tracing her lips. "Aren't you worried he'll find out and call off the wedding?"

Amelia’s POV “Amelia, can you step aside and let your sister be my bride at the wedding?” My fiancé smiled and looked me in the eyes just three days before the wedding. The smile was as perfect as usual. But his words hit like a lightning bolt, tearing through my chest. I couldn’t believe what I heard. I had loved him for years—how could he just throw me away? ***** "I still can’t believe I’m marrying Tristan," I whispered, staring into the mirror.

I demanded. Hahaha... He laughed as he stood up from the armchair and he sat beside me on the bed, my first instinct was to get a way from him but the chain is a big barrier. "I wish I could do that but I can't." He stared into my eyes and then he ran his hand through my hair... God have mercy. "What...what is the meaning of this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with rage. "Why did you kidnap me from my wedding?" I mean no explanations will be good enough but I still need to know.

Streetlights flickered past us. “I love you,” he started. “I never stopped. I didn’t mean to use you like that. The debt… it was supposed to be for us. For the wedding.” I let out a laugh. “You used me as collateral. You sold me to cover your gambling. Don’t rewrite history.” “I took the debt to pay for the wedding,” he insisted. “Everything was falling apart. I was trying to fix it. For us.” “You said you were robbed the week before we met the event organizer. I paid for that wedding from my savings. While you were blowing it on cards and slots.”

“Beautiful! That scumbag finally used his brain for once!” I only gave a faint smile. The show was far from over. I took out my phone and hit send. The next second, the LED screen in the church—originally playing romantic music—went dark. Then a photo appeared. The one Rose had sent me: she and Ethan in the hotel bed before the wedding. Next came every line I’d photographed from the two time capsules Ethan and Rose buried together. The crowd erupted. “Oh my god! So the groom cheated before the wedding? And the mistress is the one wearing the dress?”

"What else? I didn't date you for nothing. In the past six months alone, count how many wedding dresses I tried on, how many bridal shoes I wore, and how many wedding planners I argued with! "If the wedding is not happening, that's fine. But you have to compensate me for my emotional distress!" I scoffed. "Serena, I'd advise you to stop being delusional and pay this up first." As I spoke, I tossed out a file folder. Serena was confused at first, but once she opened it and looked, her expression changed dramatically.