Two Brides One Tragic Twist Novels & Stories

"The bride was betrayed by her groom on her wedding day. He didn't show up. In years, she went looking for him. She finally found him outside his house. He said he had cold feet. That wasn't all. He was also in love with her sister. In fact, he and her sister had sex the night before. The bride couldn't believe it. She felt betrayed. She cried as she hit his chest. She begged him. She cried to him, pleading with him but he refused. She hit him repeatedly again. In order to defend himself, he pushed her off him a bit. She stumbled back on her heels and fell towards the road. Just then, a huge truck passed with speed. It hit her instantly. She died..... In her wedding dress. The dress was fill

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

She snapped her fingers twice. “Does he know you’re married now? I bet he is so heartbroken right now,” she shook her head. “He is heartbroken?” I asked. “Really, Emerald? I did not know you saw him as no one for you to not even remember him at all,” she shook her head and I swallowed hard. She finally turned to leave and I stood still on that spot as I watched her out of sight. Why would Aidan be heartbroken about Emerald’s wedding? Why?

"If we file for divorce or annulment today, it becomes public record within forty-eight hours. The media picks it up. The story breaks. A substitution scandal—bride swapped, marriage collapsed in under a day—that's not just gossip. That's a signal to every investor, every board member, every partner we have that the King Group is unstable. That our alliances can't hold. That our word means nothing." "And the stock falls," she said. "The stock collapses," he corrected. "We're not talking about a dip. We're talking about a catastrophic loss of confidence. Years of positioning, gone. Partners pulling out. Deals dissolving." "Because of one marriage." "Because of what one marriage represents." S

"He was attacked because of her." "She brought death into this palace." I went very still. "Ever since she arrived, nothing but trouble," the first one continued. "The murdered servant. The lockdown. Now this." "My grandmother used to say brides like that carry curses," the second one whispered. "Beautiful enough to catch a king's eye, but something's wrong underneath."

Four glasses of champagne over two hours. She had not read carefully enough. The marriage certificate was real. She had held it next to her own copy. Both said the same thing. Both had her name, Octavia Maddox, and both had his name too, which she had not thought to look for when she was signing because she had been looking for what she expected and not what she hadn't thought to look for. Bastien Leclair. The name meant something in Tripicity. She had filed it when Priya said it in the dressing room and she was pulling it back now with the specific attention of someone who had just discovered it was considerably more relevant than the section she had filed it under.

Malachai continues, his words deliberate, each one sinking like a knife into my composure. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I roar, incredulous at this turn of fate. “She’s supposed to be killed by his fated mate, not be it!” I turn from the window, pressing my knuckles hard against the sill until the carved wood bites into my skin. Three brides. Three carefully orchestrated deaths, each one designed to look like the inevitable casualty of a wolf's true mate claiming what was hers. A clean, deniable pattern. The wolves blamed. The treaty collapsed. The peace deal dead before it could take root.

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

With a muffled sound, they looked back and saw that the sedan chair at the front of the groom team directly lost its balance and fell to the ground. "Bang!" Saber Twelve and the others were quick to pull the sedan chair, but it was too late. With a loud bang, the sedan chair smashed in front of Saber Twelve and the others. "Pa!" The bride in the sedan chair suddenly fell out of the sedan chair and landed in Saber Twelve's short distance. The big red veil covered the top of her head, and the festive phoenix dress was exceptionally beautiful. "Oh no." Saber Twelve immediately becomes anxious. On the wedding day, they unintentionally destroyed the bride's bridal sedan chair and knocked it down,

Having a quick brunch, she set out to the Marriage Registry. Arriving there at 12 noon sharp, she called Daryl and still there was no response from him. As she was about sending another text to him, a black SUV drove into the parking lot, parking right beside her car. Seeing the young man who stepped out of the car, she rushed over, throwing herself on him in a warm hug. She had no idea it wasn't her dear Daryl, it was his identical twin brother, Dylan Blackwood.