Wedding the Bride I Lost วิวาห์รักเร่ (English version)

And just like that, her first love came rushing back.
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"Having fun? You look so relaxed… like you’re really enjoying your little vacation."
Mookda blinked, startled.

"What’s wrong, P’Tharn?"

"Nothing." Saitharn’s lips curved into a humorless smile.

"Just thinking this place must be too modest for someone who was about to become Mrs. Hotel Heir, that’s all."

The words hit like a slap.

"Why would you say something like that?" Mookda demanded, her voice trembling.

"Oh, I don’t know," Saitharn said, folding her arms.
"Maybe because your dear groom still seems so worried about you. He’s been searching everywhere. Or is that what you want? You want him to find you? You want to go back to him and finish your perfect wedding?"

"That’s not true!" Mookda shot back, rising to her feet. Her patience was fraying fast.

"You claim you wanted to protect me," Saitharn hissed, stepping closer, "but you looked thrilled to death in that wedding dress. No wonder you cried when I dragged you away—you weren’t terrified, you were disappointed."

"Fine!" Mookda snapped, tears springing to her eyes.
"Yes, I wanted to marry him! Maybe my life would’ve been better if I’d never met you again!"

The moment the words left her lips, Saitarn seized her arm with brutal force, yanking her forward until Mukda’s slender body collided hard against her chest.
"Say that again, Mukda." Her voice was a hushed growl, seething with rage and jealousy, her eyes burning like wildfire.

"I said—"
But before Mukda could finish, her lips were crushed under a violent kiss. This time, it wasn’t cold or detached like before.
It was scorching, ravenous, and desperate—driven by a feral need to claim what was hers.

"Mmmph!" Mukda tried to struggle, but Saitarn’s iron arms circled her waist, locking her firmly in place. She was forced to endure that ruthless kiss, her senses set ablaze until her thoughts shattered into nothingness.

"P–Phi Tharn… stop… mmph—"

"You belong to me alone. Do you hear me, Mukda?"
Saitarn’s lips broke away only long enough to rasp the words, her voice rough and hoarse, before descending to her pale neck. She bit down, marking her skin with deliberate roses of passion.

"You will never be anyone else’s."

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READ : Content, Trigger Warning, Sex scene
READ : Please be aware that while this is not a professional human translation, it is a faithful adaptation by the author to make the story accessible to international readers.

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