ManyWriters

On the day I was meant to walk down the aisle, the boy I had secretly adored for years uttered a vow that left me breathless.
He promised that if I took the initial step, he would take care of the remaining 99.
His gentle yet determined words became my guiding light. My heart pounded with wild excitement as I rushed to our rendezvous, filled with the notion that this would mark the beginning of something wonderful. However, upon arrival, the harsh truth hit me like a bolt of lightning. His grin wasn't one of affection but of arrogant victory.
His companions erupted in laughter behind him, their jeers filling the air.
"Look! She actually fell for it! A grand each, don't forget to pay up!"
Clutching his winnings, he turned to my bridesmaid who had driven me there and embraced her in a way that was impossible to misinterpret. His treachery cut deep, leaving a gaping wound in my heart.
With a mocking grin that shattered my dignity, he said, "Ravenna, don't be so conceited. It's her I truly desire, not you. Did you honestly believe I'd fall for a married woman like yourself?"
Then, as if to twist the knife further, he dropped to one knee, presenting a ring to my bridesmaid. The onlookers gasped, their murmurs piercing the air like countless blades.
Observing my somber expression, he laughed, the sound dripping with cruelty. "If you wish to scamper back and proceed with your wedding, go ahead. But I doubt the groom would still accept you!"
What he failed to realize, what none of them understood, was that this supposed elopement wasn't his triumph; it was my move in a game he wasn't even aware he was playing.

Childhood Crush Falls for My Cunning Trap

"You two should proceed directly inside," someone said.


With Milo at my side, we stepped onto the crimson walkway, enveloped by the adoring looks of our loved ones. Joy flooded my being, seeping into every part of my soul like an unseen, comforting warmth. A blend of astonishment and elation washed over me.


I hadn't anticipated that Milo had covertly arranged this entire setting for me.


As we approached the officiant, it still felt dreamlike, each step laden with awe.


The officiant's words pierced the fog, posing the age-old question. "Milo, will you take Ravenna as your lawfully wedded spouse?"


Without hesitation, Milo's voice resonated, "I will!"


The officiant then turned to me, his eyes gentle yet resolute.


"Ravenna, will you take Milo as your lawfully wedded husband?"


Gazing into his kind, faithful eyes, I replied firmly, "I will."


Suddenly, a shrill cry shattered the moment, reverberating from the hall's entrance.


9#09