Ash And Serena Wedding Novels & Stories

They both hold hands as they walk down the aisle, down the steps as they walk towards the altar, and when they get there, everyone is shocked as the blonde stares into the void. While for the blond it's all so strange, but it feels good, being with the blond, more so when they are still holding hands. A beautiful wedding to make you a slave to my eyes. The blonde Lucretia sighs, Jeff the blond tries to sigh, and be as calm as possible, he knows that his mother and Lucretia's family would be there, he had to keep calm, until his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a voice.

She stood there for a while looking dazed. After sometime, she came back to her senses and remembered Nick's words. She immediately pulled out her phone and went online. She widened her eyes in shock. Oh my!!Nick is such a perfectionist. He had known about treachery from a long time and even prepared a new proposal. It seems that she forgot how meticulous Nick was in his work. Good then our company is now #1 trending with the title "Asher group continues saga". She quickly opened the topic and read through it and said to herself, Wow, Mr.Asher is so awesome and she giggled to herself and patted her cheeks to bring down her excitement. "Ms.Mira, please don't slap too hard, we can't afford to

Stefan asked to confirm and Sarah smiled in happiness as they would finally stop teasing her by taking his name, again and again, every day. "No!" Adonis replied in his usual, emotionless cold face, making Stefan stop smirking and he looked at Sarah's smirking face. They concentrated on the wedding again, keeping their wedding plans aside. "Do you take Miss. Jennifer Andrews as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" The priest asked Asher.

Close enough to suggest secrecy. And then, one damning photo from the lobby of their luxury hotel: Asher standing behind Luca, eyes soft, head slightly bowed, an unmistakable expression of intimacy on his face. There were no kisses. No touching. But the story wrote itself. And the comment sections filled in the blanks. “So the wedding postponement wasn’t about business?” “Isn’t that Serena Hartwell’s brother?” “He brought his mistress, but it’s a man?” “That’s why he refused to bring his fiancée on the trip!”

In the video, Tristan was shouting like crazy: "You son of a bitch! Fucking, stupid piece of shit! It’s you. You ruined everything!" They only stopped when they’d nearly brought down an entire tower. And then, not long after—Asher and Selene got married. For a couple of their status, the wedding was shockingly small. Hardly any guests, barely any celebration. Rumor had it that Selene even cried during the reception, and he didn’t even stay for their wedding night. Instead, he went straight to patrol the border.

"Oh, the candidate is still not there." "Is that it? Don't you see that big behind you?" giggled Serena. "How about Jason?" Serena quickly got up from her position and was now in front of Mr. William. The middle-aged man gently rubbed the tops of Barra's and her heads. "May it last forever." The wedding reception was held outdoors in the spacious courtyard of the Rhaksana family residence. Now Serena and her husband wore pastel-colored clothes to cultivate a relaxed and elegant impression. "Your wife is really beautiful," Barra murmured when he got the chance to tease Serena. The man continues to whisper his pussycat lines while following the photographer's direction to pose to and fro.

Ashley joined her with two mugs of tea. “You look better this morning,” she said. Serena took the mug and smiled faintly. “I’m just tired. But thanks.” Ashley sat beside her. “We never got to talk after your wedding. I wanted to be there.” “I know,” Serena said. “But it all happened fast.” Ashley looked out at the trees. “Do you love him?” Serena answered right away. “Hell no. I don't know a lot but I know he's not my type.”

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Asher, you may kiss your bride." Asher's hands frame my face gently, and he kisses me with a tenderness that makes my heart soar. "We did it," Asher whispers against my lips. "We did it," I agree, laughing through happy tears. As we walk back down the aisle together, I catch sight of Caterina in the crowd, and I notice she's looking troubled about something. But then Asher squeezes my hand, and I focus on the present moment. Today is ours.

"Alpha, since Asher's heart belongs to another, I withdraw." The former Alpha and Luna exchanged uncertain glances. Remembering their son's determined departure moments ago, they seemed at a loss for comforting words. I quietly returned to my room to pack, preparing to leave. The next day, I opened social media to find my feed flooded with Asher and Serena's official announcement. In the photo, Serena nestled against Asher's chest, her smile bright as early spring sunshine. Asher held her waist tightly, his eyes overflowing with tender affection. I scrolled past these posts with no expression.

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."