Novel & Cerita Ash And Serena Wedding

"Guess who carries more weight—William's dying backing, or my billions in investments?" David slumped in his chair and was unable to speak for a long time. Serena didn't press him any further. She simply put her phone away slowly and turned toward the door. Just as she placed her hand on the doorknob, she looked back and added, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. The donor who died six months ago—his name was Jason Shaw. He was my husband." David's eyes widened at that. Serena opened the door, walked out, and gently pulled it shut behind her. The moment the door clicked shut, she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

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."

“Let her show off. She’s just trying to get back at you for choosing Vanes. Once your son is born, everyone will forget about Serena. Focus on your wedding, Dewangga. Vanes is your future.” Dewangga looked at Vanes, searching for comfort. He gently rubbed her belly with hope. “I can’t wait for my boy to be born. He’ll carry on everything I’ve worked for.” Vanes could only nod stiffly. Deep down, she knew she was walking on a razor’s edge. She had to ensure her secret stayed buried until the marriage became legally binding. A Secret Meeting in a Quiet Café That afternoon, Serena met Haris at a private café. Haris observed her calm expression—too calm for someone who had just been brutally bet

The tension Serena had been carrying for days dissolved in an instant. She could barely contain her elation. Damian watched her giddy expression and continued in a soft voice. "The wedding was ruined by that incident. That's always been a regret of mine." "I owe you a proper public announcement." "I'll hold a press conference and declare to the world that you are the one and only Mrs. Ashford." Serena wept with joy and immediately nestled into his arms. All the anxiety of the past days melted away. She thought she'd finally won.