Stealing My Rival's Bride At The Altar

Chapter 4

Word Count: 640 | Released on: 03/09/2026

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ce a low, intimate caress that only I could hear

e true meaning in his perf

, a long, droning monologue ab

him. Loyalty? That word had lost all m

body. I was an observer, watchin

ficiant. My gaze began to drift, a desperate, searching scan of t

congratulatory smiles. They were the bli

art a barren wasteland. There

, my gaz

s standing. He wasn't in a designated seat but lea

couldn't hide the raw power in his frame. He didn't belong h

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on or blessing. His gaze was sharp, analytical, and so i

at the bride. He

eart skipped a beat. A violen

like he saw through the Vera Wang, through the perfec

possible? He

s so potent it sent a jolt of panic and, bi

h of the church, yet his gaze felt mo

. It was dangerous. But my eyes were l

Like a frozen lake reflect

re, twitch almost imperceptib

hy he was here, or why he w

new one

h the waves, he was the only person in t

ing world a strange, so

n. His grip tightened, a painful sq

my head, to face his

med. "Bradford Cohen, do you take Clara Mo

ear, and dripping with ma

sank to t

iciant turn to me. "Clar

t time to the back of the church. He was

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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.”