Stealing My Rival's Bride At The Altar

Chapter 3

Word Count: 567 | Released on: 03/09/2026

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orporate thing. "You look beautiful, Clara. A M

hasis on the brand. I was, just like

My skin was ice-cold beneath the silk. I manage

," he murmured, his voice low and confidential. "This union with

's all this marri

mily, my fiancé... they weren't my sanctua

ung inward, pushed sil

, deafened by a roar of applause. A t

like a specimen pinn

ing notes of the wedding march sound

forward. The walk down t

ation, scrutiny. They were all watching the myth,

as walking towa

the practiced, regal smile I w

ces to the figure waiting at the en

sand white roses, handsome as a princ

rm, adoring smile that cou

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ted violently.

ng me without a glance. He simply

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y eyes that once made my heart flutter

he triumphant gleam of possession. He'd done it. He was about to o

ashed over me. Why did I

ficiant stood beside it, a k

took my hand, prepar

ction. From one

his hand, his

mpossibly heavy. I

d's waiting eyes, the officiant's smile, the guests'

pressure, I slowly, resignedly, place

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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.”