Stealing My Rival's Bride At The Altar

Chapter 2

Word Count: 669 | Released on: 03/09/2026

ress swishing around her ankles. The brilliant smile she'd walk

ugh for only me to hear. Her sincere brown eyes were fi

ons, her worry was the only genuine thing in t

nto this mess. Ford's influence, the thing

factured a smile I hoped was bright enough to blind her. "Of course

mery. I'd performed in stadiums for eighty

, you look like you're about to walk to

o accurate. I fel

fold on my skirt. "Don't be dramatic. It's th

ook at me, Clara. If something is wrong, you h

a hot, bitter thing on the tip of my ton

ra, perfect timing! Come help me check Clara's veil.

red the fragile tension between E

d said I'm fine, and then obediently tilted my chi

of hurt and confusion. She finally let out a soft sigh and

lie. But it was the only w

nstructed the artist to add more blush until

the one with flushed cheeks and empty ey

Mrs. Montgomery, it's time. The guest

. Time for

emble, a slight, un

nd again, a silent t

ked her arm through mine. "Let's go, my dear. The

iron clamp, leaving

f the suite and down the long, flower-

lined the walls. We were smiling, lau

right after one of our worst fi

myself drifting furthe

l stood two massive,

uests, countless flashing cam

of the crowd and the low, ele

al look, and then placed my hand in the wa

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Stealing My Rival's Bride At The Altar

REGINA MCBRIDE Romance

“I was Hollywood's sweetheart, walking down the aisle in the "wedding of the year" to marry a star athlete. But this wasn't a fairytale. It was a cold, calculated business transaction orchestrated by my own mother. My fiancé, John, didn't want a wife; he wanted an asset to double his brand value. My mother ignored my suffocating dread, treating me like a product on display. She even forced me to turn down a massive movie role just to secure this merger. As my father proudly handed me over to a man who only saw me as property, John squeezed my hand, his possessive grip a silent threat. I stood at the altar in a million-dollar gown, surrounded by thousands of white roses, feeling like I was being buried alive. The whole world was watching, cheering for the perfect couple, completely blind to my silent screams. Why did my own family sell me out for money and connections? How could I be forced to say "I do" to a hypocrite who made my stomach churn? I thought I had no choice but to surrender to this beautifully crafted cage. Until I looked into the shadows at the back of the church and met the ice-blue eyes of a complete stranger. He saw right through my flawless makeup to the shattered soul underneath. And judging by the dark, furious look on his face, he wasn't going to let this wedding finish.”