After Lisa kidnapped her elder sister Stella, she arrived at the wedding venue in Stella’s gown, her face hidden perfectly under the veil.
As she stepped out of the car, people gasped with excitement.

“She’s here!”
“Finally!”
“The bride has arrived!”

Everyone rushed toward her, clapping and smiling. None of them knew the truth.
None of them knew the woman under the veil was not Stella, but her younger sister Lisa.

Lisa swallowed hard. Her heart was beating fast, but she forced herself to walk slowly, like a shy bride.
She held the bouquet tight to hide the shaking of her hands.

Inside the hall, Michael turned around—and his whole face lit up.
He smiled with relief, believing the love of his life had finally arrived.

“There you are,” he whispered under his breath as she walked toward him.
“I was so worried.”

Lisa lowered her head. She didn’t want him to look too closely at her face.
The closer she got, the more she felt like fainting.
What if he noticed something?
What if he lifted the veil too early?

She took her place beside him, her palms sweating inside the gloves.
Michael reached for her hand softly, trying to calm what he thought were wedding nerves.
But the moment he touched her skin, something felt different.
Stella’s hand usually had a small birthmark just below her thumb.
It was a mark Michael always kissed whenever she was nervous.

But this hand…
This hand had no birthmark.

Michael frowned and gently rubbed her hand again, hoping maybe he missed it.
But no.
It wasn’t there.

“Stella,” he whispered quietly, leaning closer.
“Where is your birthmark?”

Lisa’s entire body went stiff.
Her heart dropped instantly.
Her throat went dry.

She couldn’t speak.
If she opened her mouth, he would hear her voice and immediately know she wasn’t Stella.
So she stood still, frozen, praying he would forget.

Michael leaned even closer.
“Stella… I asked a question. Where’s your birthmark?”

Lisa’s fingers trembled.
Her breath grew shaky.
She could feel the sweat rolling down her back under the gown.
If she didn’t answer now, everything would scatter.
Michael’s eyes were now suspicious, staring straight at her.

Just then—
The pastor’s loud voice boomed through the microphone.

“Bride and groom, please step forward for the exchange of vows.”

Michael blinked, distracted by the call.
He took a deep breath and forced a smile.

“Maybe I’m just imagining things,” he whispered to himself.
“She’s been nervous all day.”

Lisa let out a silent shaky breath of relief.
She almost collapsed but held her ground.
The pastor continued speaking, blessing the couple.
Lisa repeated only the parts she had to, making sure her voice stayed low and soft so nobody would hear clearly.

Michael, still a little uncomfortable, tried to focus on the moment and push away the strange feeling inside him.

Finally, it was time to exchange the rings.
The pastor lifted his hand.

“Please bring the rings.”

The hall was silent.
Camera lights flashed.
Everyone leaned forward to watch.

Lisa stretched out her hand slightly, her heart pounding loudly inside her chest.
She had come too far to be caught now.
One ring exchange, and she would officially become Michael’s wife.

Michael picked up the ring, took her trembling hand, and slowly lifted it.
Everyone watched closely.

Just as he was about to slide the ring onto her finger—
A loud, angry voice echoed through the hall.

“STOP THE WEDDING!”

Gasps filled the room.
Heads turned.
The entire hall froze.

Lisa’s hands dropped instantly.
Her whole body shook as she slowly turned toward the entrance.
Someone was standing there.
Someone who wasn’t supposed to be there.

The groom was about to slide the ring into his bride’s finger, unknown to him it wasn’t the real bride, but his bride’s sister Lisa.
Lisa had just kidnapped her sister Stella and posed as her.
She stood there trembling under the veil, hoping everything would go smoothly.
Her heart pounded as Michael lifted the ring.

Just as the groom was about to put the ring on her finger, a loud voice thundered through the hall:

“STOP!”

Everyone turned immediately.
It was the bride’s mother.

Lisa began to shake.
Her hands felt weak.
Her eyes widened as Mama Stella walked toward her with anger in her eyes.

The guests started whispering in confusion.

“Mama Stella?”
“Why is she shouting?”
“What is happening?”

The bride’s mother pointed at the veiled Lisa with a shaking hand.

“That… that is not my daughter!” she cried.
“Someone told me… someone told me that Stella was… was…”

Her voice cracked.
She clutched her chest.
Her breathing became heavy.

Just as she was about to finish her words—she collapsed on the floor.

Screams filled the hall.
People rushed forward.
Bridesmaids lifted her head.
Someone ran outside shouting for help.

Lisa stood still, pretending to be shocked, but deep down, a small smile slipped out briefly before she hid it again.

Michael bent beside his mother-in-law, panicking.
“Help her! Someone call an ambulance!” he shouted.

Two men quickly carried her out while the guests murmured in fear and confusion.
Nobody suspected the bride.
Nobody noticed her trembling hands or the way she kept turning her face away.

The ambulance arrived, and Mama Stella was rushed to the hospital.
Michael wiped sweat from his forehead and returned to the altar, still shaken.

The pastor looked at him.
“Should we continue?”

Michael hesitated, then nodded.
“Yes. Let’s finish.”

The Priest finalized the wedding quickly.
He completed the vows, blessed the marriage, and announced them officially husband and wife.

The guests clapped.
The choir sang.
Everyone congratulated the new couple.

But nobody knew the woman under the veil was not Stella.

When everyone went home, the new couple left for the hotel for their honeymoon.
The staff welcomed them warmly with flowers and smiles.

Michael held his “bride’s” waist as they entered the beautifully decorated room.
Rose petals covered the bed, and soft music played in the background.

Lisa swallowed hard.
This was the moment she had feared.

Michael closed the door and walked toward her slowly.
“It’s just us now,” he said softly, taking her hand.

Lisa’s whole body tensed.
Her heart raced like a drum.

Michael smiled gently and touched the edge of her veil.
“Remove the veil, my bride,” he said.

Lisa froze completely.
Lisa froze when Michael told her to remove the veil.
She wasn’t ready.
She wasn’t prepared for the moment her face would be revealed.
But she forced a shy smile, pretending to be a nervous bride.

“Let me freshen up first,” she whispered softly, still keeping her voice low so he wouldn’t recognize it.

Michael nodded, smiling innocently.
“Okay, my love.”

Lisa quickly opened her handbag, brought out a small bottle filled with a clear liquid, and poured it into Michael’s drink.
It was a charm—something she got from a street herbalist weeks earlier.
The man had promised her it would make any man blind to the truth and obey her completely.

Her hands shook as she added the charm, but she still smiled sweetly.

“Drink this,” she said.
“It will help you relax.”

Michael took it without thinking and drank everything.
Within seconds, his eyes softened, and his suspicion faded away.
He smiled lazily and pulled her close.

“You look… beautiful,” he whispered, already under the spell.

Lisa felt powerful.
Everything was working perfectly.
The wedding was done.
The honeymoon had started.
Now, she was moments away from getting everything she had ever wanted.

Michael touched her waist gently and moved toward the bed.

Lisa’s heart raced—this was the final step.
If they had sex, nobody would ever question that she was the real bride.
Everything would become permanent.

She climbed onto the bed with him, her hands shaking with excitement.
Michael leaned closer, ready to kiss her.

Just as their faces were inches apart—
The door suddenly sprang open.

It didn’t just open—it slammed against the wall.
Michael jerked and turned.
Lisa froze like ice.
Her smile vanished instantly.

Standing at the door… bruised, dirty, and breathing heavily—
was Stella.

The real bride.

Her wedding gown was torn.
Her hair was messy.
Her face had swollen marks from the beating she received.
But her eyes—her eyes were burning with anger and pain.

Michael blinked, confused.
“S-Stella?”

The charm wasn’t strong enough to blind him now.
Seeing the real Stella broke through the fog in his mind.

Lisa’s eyes widened in terror.
“How—how did you escape?!”

Stella didn’t answer.
She stepped into the room slowly, her gaze locked on her wicked sister.
Her voice was low, shaky, but filled with fire.

“You stole my wedding,” she said.
“You stole my dress… my place… my husband.”

Michael stood from the bed, shock all over his face.
Lisa crawled backward on the bed, fear flooding her veins.

Stella clenched her fists.

“This night,” she said, “you will pay for everything.”