The Lies of the Wedding Night
Daisy Swift · Completed · 6.3k Words
Introduction
In response, I revealed that I had murdered my stepfather.
He laughed and said, "My dear, your story is so convincingly crafted."
It was only when he discovered—
Every detail within the narrative was, indeed, a stark reality.
Including the poison that was now coursing through his veins.
Chapter 1
On our wedding night, Kyle leaned close to me.
"Honey, let's play a game." His eyes lit up like a kid who'd just gotten a new toy. "Trade secrets - the kind you never tell anyone."
"I'll go first - I slept with your sister last month. I made the first move."
I stayed quiet for a long time, my fingers tracing his cheek. "I've killed someone. Do you believe me?"
Kyle froze for a few seconds, then burst out laughing: "Darling, are you trying to get back at me? I was just messing with you, wanted to see you jealous - you're cute when you're mad. The thing with Lina was a lie."
Kyle was notorious in our circle - a playboy with countless conquests and a complicated romantic history. His decision to marry someone like me, a girl from ordinary background, had already shocked high society.
A final fling before marriage was... understandable.
Kyle pressed on with interest: "Your turn now. Tell me a real secret."
Should I really say it?
I hesitated, gently stroking my husband's handsome face: "Alright, but once I say it, there's no taking it back."
"Deal."
The alcohol coursing through my veins awakened memories buried deep in my soul. I looked straight into my husband's eyes.
"I did kill someone, thirteen years ago on a night just like this. And the victim—"
"Was my stepfather."
My stepfather was a good man before he became a gambler.
He ran a small loan business, helping people in the community who needed quick cash. Life was comfortable, our family was warm.
Jack entered our lives when I was fifteen and Lina was twelve. He tried hard to fit into our family, showing us extra care and attention.
"Back then he genuinely wanted to be a good stepfather. Most stepfathers keep some distance from their stepdaughters, but he was different - he made time for us, got me private tutors, enrolled me in classes, never hesitated to spend money."
My voice grew soft: "When he saw me envying other girls' ballet dancing, he searched everywhere and spent a fortune to send me to the best dance academy."
Until he started frequenting underground casinos.
"People in the lending business are easy targets for temptation," Kyle observed reflexively. "They deal with gamblers all day."
"Exactly. When clients defaulted and he couldn't collect, someone introduced him to high-end casinos to 'get his money back.' From occasional small bets to complete addiction, he started using the loan principal."
Kyle frowned: "And then?"
"He used clients' loan funds to gamble, trying to recover losses. When the money chain broke and his partners found out, they kicked him out of the company. Mom didn't know the truth - she thought it was just business partners betraying him."
I smiled bitterly: "Jack owed massive debts to underground casinos. Debt collectors threatened him. We sold our house, our cars to pay them off. Mom borrowed money from hospital colleagues and relatives everywhere. He swore he'd changed, but then he went to loan sharks."
Jack was confident: "I understand these rich people's weaknesses - I can definitely win it all back!"
Finally, he chose to flee. Mom took us into hiding.
My life started spiraling out of control. The harder I tried to steady myself, the deeper I fell.
A few months later, Jack suddenly reappeared.
He said he'd found a new job, would never gamble again, realized how important family was to him.
I was young then. I firmly believed he'd just temporarily lost his way and would definitely reform.
I held his hand excitedly, talking non-stop.
I received a personal invitation from a professor at MIT to attend their summer camp for gifted youth, which has caused quite a stir at school.
I told him excitedly: "Jack! I did it!"
Something complex flashed in his eyes: "My brilliant girl, you're too outstanding..."
"He said we had to celebrate this historic moment, pulling champagne from the car.
When I mentioned I was underage, he insisted: 'Today's special - you deserve to be treated like an adult.'"
I felt excited and nervous - this was my first time drinking real champagne. I felt like I was truly growing up. Jack was thoughtful, opening the bottle and pouring for me.
As I took the glass, I completely missed the agonized struggle flashing in Jack's eyes.
And so, filled with hope for the future, I drained that glass—
The champagne that would completely destroy my life.
Kyle's voice was tight: "Your stepfather... drugged the champagne?"
"People deep in gambling addiction can abandon even basic human bonds. Family ties become nothing more than poker chips when massive debts are involved. Let alone the tenuous relationship of a stepfather."
After drinking the champagne, I completely lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was lying in an upscale hotel bed.
The air reeked of alcohol, cigarettes, and other sharp odors I couldn't identify.
Jack sat nearby, looking at me with gentle concern as if nothing had happened.
"You're awake, sweetheart," he said caringly. "You had a bit too much to drink last night, so I brought you here to rest."
My whole body ached. My memory was completely blank.
As we left, Jack warned me repeatedly: "Your mom doesn't want to see me right now - you have to keep this from her, okay? Trust me, I will turn things around! I'll get you and Amy into the best schools, give you the best life!"
I wasn't stupid.
Something terrible had definitely happened.
When I struggled to get out of bed, my legs could barely support my body.
There were obvious bruises and tearing sensations below. Though my body had been cleaned, I could still feel something was terribly wrong.
When I got home, I told Mom all my suspicions. Her face went deathly pale, and without a word, she drove me to the hospital.
The examination confirmed my worst fears.
The doctor, in professional yet sympathetic tones, told us I had indeed been sexually assaulted. And from the extent of the injuries...
It wasn't just one person.
My world completely collapsed in that moment.
I thought about dying. Really thought about it. Standing in the bathroom mirror, razor blade in hand, imagining how one cut could end all this pain.
But I couldn't bring myself to give that bastard such satisfaction.
At this point, my eyes welled up, my voice involuntarily trembling.
"But you know what? This same Jack once stayed by my bedside all night when I had a high fever."
"He carried me to the hospital and broke down crying outside the ER: 'Please, please save my daughter!'"
"For three days and nights, he stayed by my hospital bed, red-eyed from exhaustion. The moment I opened my eyes, he immediately grabbed my hand, tears streaming down his face, his voice hoarse: 'Anya, you're awake... Daddy was so scared, as long as you're okay, nothing else matters...'"
I'll never forget that moment - him sleeping hunched over the hospital bed, still holding my hand tightly.
Could this stepfather, who once cherished me like his own life, really have sent me to strangers' beds?
Last Chapters
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He Never Loved Me, Until I Left
I put away the divorce agreement with a wry smile.
When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"
The Family Sacrifice
I simply said one word: "Okay."
My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.
Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.
Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."
Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."
Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"
What they didn't know was that the day I agreed, I'd just received my diagnosis, stage four cancer. Three months to live.
As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:
If I die on this operating table, will they regret it?
He Thought I'd Never Leave
When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
I left the country.
And ran straight into his stepbrother.
I Died While They Threw Her a Party
Their real daughter came home. She'd only been back two years. That's all it took to erase twenty-four.
When kidnappers grabbed us, I used my body as a shield. They beat me until something inside me ruptured. I was dying from internal bleeding, but no one could tell.
My parents wouldn't even look at me. "This is your fault! None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"
"Get downstairs and apologize to your sister. If you can't, pack your things and get out."
They threw her a party at a downtown hotel while I died alone in my room.
I thought they'd be relieved. Maybe even glad. I thought they'd just move on like I never existed.
But when they finally learned the truth, they fell apart.
Bury Me in His Regret
The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"
Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.
He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.
Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.
When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.
"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."
The Kidney That Killed Me
A few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with kidney failure. The doctor said she needed a transplant. My family's first thought was me—the backup daughter they'd kept around all these years.
When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.
When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.
My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.
Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."
But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.
Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.
After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms
From first crush to wedding vows, George Capulet and I had been inseparable. But in our seventh year of marriage, he began an affair with his secretary.
On my birthday, he took her on vacation. On our anniversary, he brought her to our home and made love to her in our bed...
Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers.
George remained unconcerned, convinced I would never leave him.
His deceptions continued until the day the divorce was finalized. I threw the papers in his face: "George Capulet, from this moment on, get out of my life!"
Only then did panic flood his eyes as he begged me to stay.
When his calls bombarded my phone later that night, it wasn't me who answered, but my new boyfriend Julian.
"Don't you know," Julian chuckled into the receiver, "that a proper ex-boyfriend should be as quiet as the dead?"
George seethed through gritted teeth: "Put her on the phone!"
"I'm afraid that's impossible."
Julian dropped a gentle kiss on my sleeping form nestled against him. "She's exhausted. She just fell asleep."
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
Alpha Nicholas's Little Mate
What? No—wait… oh Moon Goddess, no.
Please tell me you're joking, Lex.
But she's not. I can feel her excitement bubbling under my skin, while all I feel is dread.
We turn the corner, and the scent hits me like a punch to the chest—cinnamon and something impossibly warm. My eyes scan the room until they land on him. Tall. Commanding. Beautiful.
And then, just as quickly… he sees me.
His expression twists.
"Fuck no."
He turns—and runs.
My mate sees me and runs.
Bonnie has spent her entire life being broken down and abused by the people closest to her including her very own twin sister. Alongside her best friend Lilly who also lives a life of hell, they plan to run away while attending the biggest ball of the year while it's being hosted by another pack, only things don't quite go to plan leaving both girls feeling lost and unsure about their futures.
Alpha Nicholas is 28, mateless, and has no plans to change that. It's his turn to host the annual Blue Moon Ball this year and the last thing he expects is to find his mate. What he expects even less is for his mate to be 10 years younger than him and how his body reacts to her. While he tries to refuse to acknowledge that he has met his mate his world is turned upside down after guards catch two she-wolves running through his lands.
Once they are brought to him he finds himself once again facing his mate and discovers that she's hiding secrets that will make him want to kill more than one person.
Can he overcome his feelings towards having a mate and one that is so much younger than him? Will his mate want him after already feeling the sting of his unofficial rejection? Can they both work on letting go of the past and moving forward together or will fate have different plans and keep them apart?
Omega Bound
Thane Knight is the alpha of the Midnight Pack of the La Plata Mountain Range, the largest wolf shifter pack in the world. He is an alpha by day and hunts the shifter trafficking ring with his group of mercenaries by night. His hunt for vengeance leads to one raid that changes his life.
Tropes:
Touch her and die/Slow burn romance/Fated Mates/Found family twist/Close circle betrayal/Cinnamon roll for only her/Traumatized heroine/Rare wolf/Hidden powers/Knotting/Nesting/Heats/Luna/Attempted assassination
The Human Among Wolves
My stomach twisted, but he wasn’t finished.
"You're just a pathetic little human," Zayn said, his words deliberate, each one hitting like a slap. "Spreading your legs for the first guy who bothers to notice you."
Heat rushed to my face, burning with humiliation. My chest ached — not from his words alone, but from the sick realization that I had trusted him. That I had let myself believe he was different.
I was so, so stupid.
——————————————————
When eigteen-year-old Aurora Wells moves to a sleepy town with her parents, the last thing she expects is to be enrolled in a secret academy for werewolves.
Moonbound Academy is no ordinary school. It's here young Lycans, Betas and Alphas train in shifting, elemental magic, and ancient pack laws. But Aurora? She's just...human. a mistake. The new receptionist forgot to check her species - and now she's surrounded by predators who sense she doesn't belong.
Determined to stay under the radar, Aurora plans to survive the year unnoticed. But when she catches the attention of Zayn, a brooding and infuriatingly powerful Lycan prince, her life gets a lot more complicated. Zayn already has a mate. He already has enemies. And he definitely doesn't want anything to do with a clueless human.
But secrets run deeper than bloodlines at Moonbound. as Aurora unravels the truth about the academy - and herself - she begins to question everything she thought she knew.
Including the reason she was brought here at all.
Enemies will rise. Loyalties will shift. And the girl with no place in their world...might be the key to saving it.
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
