Novel & Cerita Two Brides One Tragic Twist

They laugh and chat, oblivious to the turmoil that’s about to happen. Taking our seats next to mom and dad, who are among the few already privy to the unfolding drama, Yvanna leans close to me, her voice a soft whisper tinged with confusion. "Why are some acting weird?" she asks, her brow furrowed in puzzlement. "This is a wedding, not a funeral." As the seconds stretch into eternity, the garden seems to hold its breath, waiting with bated anticipation for the arrival of the bride and groom. And finally, like a specter emerging from the shadows, Dwight steps into view, a broken shadow of the man he once was.

"Claire, are you sure about this?" Dr. Helena Shaw's voice was grave. "The program lasts eight years. Once you enter the facility, you cannot leave. You cannot contact anyone outside." I stood outside the private bridal boutique that belonged to the Graves family. Through the glass, I watched Cora Hayes wearing the dress I had ordered, posing for photos with Vincent Graves. Then he unfastened the necklace that belonged to the Donna of the Graves family and put it around Cora's neck.

That afternoon, videos from the wedding hit the local trending list. The headline was written by netizens: "Bride KOs Bridesmaid on the Spot, Then Plays Groom's Cheating Evidence. Guests Riot for Refunds." The video views passed five million in two hours. The comments section was overwhelmingly against Derek and Chloe. The top-liked comment read: "Was this bride a kickboxing champion in her last life, here to collect debt in this one?" When I saw that comment, I was sitting on Sophie's sofa eating takeout.

“She’ll carry both our heirs, then.” Dante didn’t let me go. His hand remained possessively on my thigh as he turned his head toward his brother, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Dominic walked closer, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. “You heard me, Lila. Enough of the hiding and playing of games. You belong to both of us now.” My breath caught in my throat. The photo kept reappearing in my mind. My body still tingled from Dante’s kiss. And now both twins stood in front of me, watching me with the same dark, hungry look.

Angeli followed him, while Ate Angie stayed beside me, still in shock. She's right. I cheated. I deserve all this. I lost my balance and fell in my heels. Ate Angie screamed and tried to help me up, but I had no strength. My wedding dress, my makeup, the wedding. I ruined everything. A few moments later, I heard footsteps approaching. When I lifted my head, I saw my parents. They were wearing the custom-made gowns for the wedding attendees. I couldn't even look them in the eye. “What happened, Angie? Is it true what Hubert said, that your sister checked into a hotel last night, and—” She paused. She couldn't bring herself to say the exact words.

"For seven years, you have been the love of my life, my ray of sunshine in the darkness of uncertainty and my light at the end of every dark tunnel. I want to spend forever with you. I want to hold your hand and face every challenge that life throws at us, together. I want to grow old with you and leave this world peacefully in your arms. Will you please…marry me?" The simplicity of those words pierces through the complexities that had clouded our relationship. The enormity of the moment unfolds, and the audience, once passive observers, becomes an integral part of our shared journey. As the question hangs in the air, I'm overcome with a myriad of emotions. The uncertainty that gripped me ju

“I remember it now. Yes. It was quite the scandal. The groom on that day publicly left the bride at the altar and married her little sister whom he claimed to love. Everyone was shocked. The bride ran out of the hall before anyone could stop her.” I felt sick. “What happened to her?” “She... she had an accident. Car crash. Died instantly. Or so we were told because no one ever saw her corpse." A cold chill settled in my bones. I took a few steps back, trying to breathe. No. No, no, no. That couldn’t be me. With trembling fingers, I unfolded the newspaper and held it out to him. “Is this the bride?” I asked. Lawrence took the paper, his expression casual at first—but the second his eyes lande

"I started dating another girl while you were away and I'm getting married to her shortly So I've come to tell you that I'm ending our relationship" I didn't say anything since I didn't want to put pressure on him to stay in the relationship because I know he won't love me even if he does. "Fine then I'm happy for you I'll always be happy for you Travis" "Thank you for your patience, Eloise I have to leave because my girlfriend is waiting for me" He slipped the money under the menu card on the table and walked away. I didn't have that coffee; I had to leave because I was suffocating.

And the tragedy of it—the love that was right there, within reach, but forbidden by a lie—hung over the wedding. Then, the doors banged open again. The spell broke. Kael didn't move. Lyra didn't move. They stayed there, kneeling, hands touching, and staring at each other while the Wedding March began to play for the wrong bride.

We exchanged our rings and sealed the contract commitment with a kiss. And we lived happily ever after. THE END. Sike! I'm just kidding. This was only the beginning of everything. Buckle up, folks, because this story is just getting started! Old legends have it that it's bad luck for the groom to catch a glimpse of the bride in her dress before the big day. But that's probably nothing compared to the apocalypse that unfolds when the bride's ex decides to kiss her right before she says "I do." So THE END..... of this chapter.