Two Brides One Tragic Twist Novels & Stories

until Adrian buried his face in his hands. The ceremony continued in chaos. Charlotte stepped on Lilian’s dress by accident, Lilian tripped into Adrian’s arms, and at one point, Becky sneezed so loudly during the priest’s blessing that half the guests nearly fell from their seats laughing. But through the confusion, the vows were said, the rings exchanged, and cheers thundered as the two brides kissed Adrian on each cheek at the same time. It was not the perfect wedding Adrian had imagined. It was far better. It was theirs.

Yet, as the confetti settled and the headlines dimmed, the shadows of curiosity and scrutiny began to stir once more. Lila Chen, a relatively unknown blogger with a modest following, scrolled through the viral wedding livestreams late one evening, her tea gone cold at her side. She paused on a particular clip. Arla-Rosa, radiant in her gown, walking down the aisle with Prince Miguel at her side, while Master Ye followed silently, his presence calm yet commanding. The image alone spoke volumes. This was no ordinary bride. This was a woman the world had seen perform miracles.

Perfect for a fairytale wedding but it felt like my funeral. I stood at the arched entrance to the garden path, that opened towards rows of perfectly trimmed hedges stretching endlessly. The strategically placed ponds shimmered in the sunlight with the occasional ripple of koi fish breaking to the surface. The soft strains of the wedding match drew me to the present and in unison, the guests turn their heads to stare at me in awe. I clutch the calla lilies to my bosom and look away from their scrutinizing stares. Taking an unsteady step forward, my gaze drifted to Adriko, standing beneath a grand floral arch waiting for me.

“Are you kidding me?!" The bridesmaids then hurriedly entered the room. One of the bridesmaids grabbed her arm again and pushed her back into the chair. The makeup artist rushed forward again. “This is kidnapping", Natalie muttered. “No,” one bridesmaid replied calmly. “This is a wedding.” Then Natalie was walked towards the alter She barely heard a word, Her heart pounded too loudly. The guests watched eagerly. And then Adrian's gaze suddenly dropped. For the first time that day, his expression changed. His eyes fixed on the silver necklace resting against Natalie's throat.

"Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…" Diego sounded like he was panting heavily on the other end of the line, almost like he was running while answering my call. "Carlotta Capuano! Arianna's life is way more important than our wedding! Stop it with your pathetic acting just to make yourself sound pitiful to get our attention!" Then, he hung up on me. The next two hours were like hell for me. The thugs tore off my wedding dress, sliced every inch of my skin open with their sharp knives, and broke all four of my limbs.

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

"Congratulations to the newlyweds! From this day forward, you are legally husband and wife! May your bloodline prosper in Sirano for all eternity!" The crowd burst into thunderous applause and cheers, while fireworks shot into the sky outside the church. At long last, this grand farce of a wedding was over. I instantly took off my suit jacket and ran out, ignoring the commotion that erupted behind me, be it Elena's bewildered shouts, her parents' panicked attempts to stop me, Don Giovanni's furious bellows, or the guests' confused murmurs. As fast as I could, I ran in the direction of my home. I needed to see Susanna now!

The report said she was suspected of murdering a local loan shark before dying in the crash. Irene stared at the screen, her mouth slightly open. “I’m dead,” she whispered. Stefan smirked beside her. “No. Irene is dead. You’re Giselle now.” She turned to look at him, hollow. “And what’s the end of this story supposed to look like?” Stefan leaned closer. “A happy ending, of course.” Irene didn’t answer.

Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'. I opened the letter with trembling hands. Sure enough, no matter how graceful Sarah's handwriting tried to be, it couldn't mask my mother's wrath boiling beneath the lines. Switching grooms without notice—Strike One. Running off and getting married on my own—Strike Two. Then vanishing without a word to the family—Strike Three. The kind you don't come back from. By the time I reached the end, where Blake was frowning hard at the page, a strange sense of calm settled over me.

Finally, after all of the pain and loss she'd had to experience in the past, she could finally have someone by her side forever, someone she could truly honestly call family, something she'd been deprived of for a long time. The smile on her face got wider when she recalled all the moments she'd shared with Brian, and today, she was going to be his wife, as all these beautiful thoughts raced through her head, something happened out of the blue that wiped all the gladness from her heart. All of a sudden, much to Vivian and the driver's surprise a large van suddenly appeared out of nowhere double-crossing the bridal car, the van stopped threateningly in front of the bridal car blocking it's wa