The Unwanted Bride Takes Back Her Crown

broidered 珠绣 wedding dress skirt swept acros

d her knees, forcing her spine completely straight as she stared at Ethan.

ndred of Manhattan's elite sat in the white foldin

hanical buzzing sh

h. His jaw tightened. A deep crease formed betwee

tailored tuxedo pants and pulled out the phone. The moment his eyes hit the s

in. "Ethan, put it away,"

k to the priest and the entire congregation. His thumbs flew across the

ch. She reached out, her fingertips bru

his arm away as if

eyes. There was no groom looking at his br

ed again, raising his voice to

!" Ethan

dred guests. In the front row, the press photographers immediately raised

red. She forced the corners of her mouth up, her voice dropping

iere from his lapel. He threw the crushed flo

ed. Five years of swallowing her pride, five years of stepping asid

igging into the expensive fabric. "If you walk

threw Annabella off balance. Her ankle twisted in her high heels, and

oice carrying over the microphones. "She swallowed h

block his path. Ethan didn't even slow down. He lowered his shoulder and

oud scoffs. The camera shutters fired relentlessly, c

y still. Her face was a mask of cold stone. She didn'

swept through the garden, chilling the sweat on her neck. The pristine

up their arms to hold back the gossip repor

ed him sprint through the wrought-iron gates of the park

d Annabella from behind, trying to drape

er throat. She pushed the bridesmaid's hands away and

nhattan socialites. She saw the

s lace veil. She yanked it hard, tearing the bobby pins f

above her knees. She ignored the gasps. She ignored the star

microphone inches from her face. A bodyguard slammed

lked straight out of the park and pulled open the

r seat. The door slammed shut, cu

iver, her voice devoid of any