Ash And Serena Wedding Novels & Stories

The date on them suggested that they were taken recently. I scroll down to find an article attached to them. The title read; ‘LAUREN ASHFORD CHEATS ON HER BILLIONAIRE MOGUL SEBASTIAN ASHFORD MERE MONTHS AFTER THEIR LAVISH EXCLUSIVE WEDDING” Below the headlines is a photo of me and Bash on our wedding day. I don’t notice my phone crashing to the floor. The only thing that registered was the tightness in my chest. The panic attack taking over. I couldn’t breathe or even form a thought.

The priest gave the ceremonial speech and skipped the part, where he asks the question, for whoever is against the wedding to step out, as it was not needed for a wedding of this calibre. “Asher Williamsburg, do you take Lisa Quinn as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” “I do,” he stated. Lisa had been staring at him until he replied affirmatively. She looked away from him and smiled gently. Everyone was focused on them. “Lisa Quinn, do you take Asher Williamsburg as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” “I…” She swayed in Asher’s direction and passed out.

Serena and Nathaniel’s Wedding. The lights dimmed. The crystals within the venue began to glow, each one catching the light in deep sapphire hues. A soft mist rose near the grand doors, and from where Nathaniel stood at the altar, he saw every head turn toward the entrance. This was it. The day had finally come. And no one felt it more than him, Nathaniel Thorne. This was not just a wedding. This was his second chance at love… with Serena.

We have been preparing this wedding for 4 months, the theme is, white, gold and blue. "Fuck! Beastfriend, don't cry, are you a gay?" Ashish teased and lightly punched my shoulder. I didn't realize I was crying, who wouldn't cry when I marry the girl of your dreams, right? "Shut up, bastard Ashish. Why did you become my Best Man?" I asked back looking at Ausha entering the door of the church, her arm holding Tito Vladimir and Maven, while Kaven was just watching. "Because I'm hot and handsome," Ashish replied.

a man’s voice demanded. "My name is Diana Wilson. I was here yesterday to see Mr. Matthew Smith. Gordon Smith… dropped me off. I’m his wife." Silence. Then: "Hold on. I’ll confirm." I waited, swaying on my feet. I must have looked pitiful: hair plastered to my face, shoes dangling from my hand, feet coated in dust. The carefully styled bride was gone; what remained was a sweaty, broken girl who looked like she’d crawled out of the earth.

I brushed aside the hand Serena had placed in front of me. Suddenly, Hugo came rushing out from nowhere and grabbed Serena, trying to pull her away. "Serena, you said you loved me the most in bed! You can't treat me like this! Won't you marry me?" Serena shoved him away as hard as she could. "I already told you I won't meet you anymore! You're the reason why Elio divorced me! I don't love you, and I won't get married to you!" I had no interest in this ridiculous drama and simply drove away.

He looked up the second the elevator doors opened. He stood up, unbuttoning his suit jacket and setting it over the back of a chair. "How was lunch?" Asher asked. Serena set her bag on the entry table and walked into the room, sitting down on the opposite side of the table. "She tried to use the 'like a daughter' angle," Serena said, letting out a tired sigh. "She told me Cassian was heartbroken and that I should annul our marriage so we could fix everything quietly." Asher’s jaw tightened slightly. "And?"

Serena had made a bet with me, once: Sebastian would never really love me, and the day I figured that out, I'd step aside. I'd never believed he'd married me out of spite. So I'd taken the bet. Life had slapped that confidence out of my mouth. He'd married me to get under Serena's skin. On our wedding night, I'd waited in the bridal suite in my dress. He'd waited at the arrivals gate at JFK. Two people. Each one up all night, waiting for somebody else. Six years of a marriage in name only had put me into severe depression. Then came the drunken night that produced a pregnancy, and the mood swings I couldn't control, and my grandfather's death — the one person in this world who'd actually lov

"My conscience is clear because I haven't done anything wrong. As for you…" Shirley hurriedly stopped her. "Mom, everyone's here to celebrate my marriage. Don't spout nonsense just because you're drunk!" Gretchen stopped and composed herself when she heard that. Then, she said to me, "I didn't say anything. I was just chatting with Shirley's in-laws." Shirley relaxed. She turned to me with a smile and said, "See, Mel? Mom didn't say anything. Let's talk about this after the wedding, okay? We can work things out as a family."

"So, it really is your wedding today?" I looked him dead in the eye, calm and composed. "You think I'm like you? Always playing with people like they're pawns in your little games? "The wedding dress was custom-made, and Gavin brought the ring back from overseas. Neither of them was rented." Easton looked like he'd just been stabbed. "Then, the e-invite..." I opened my phone and shoved my feed in front of his face.