Getting Married Without My Badge Novels & Stories

She smiled back at me and turned to a security guard that was coming towards us like he had a message for her. I turned away when the guard came close and focused on the next nagging thought in my heart. Jordan Chase. I didn't even know the guy, yes I had seen pictures that proved he was extremely cute and handsome, more than Nate himself but he looked cold and dangerous. We knew nothing about each other, how could we get married without even talking once? Every thing in my system warned against doing such a thing and I had to act fast. I turned back to mom Leona who just finished with the guard, she turned to me and gave me that heart warming smile she always gave.

"Huh? What do you mean I can't invite my parents?” Ava asked him. “Well, it’s going to be a very short wedding like we agreed. In fact, with the way they’ve been behaving, my Mom and Amanda aren't invited to the wedding either. We can have my friend, Damien and my bodyguard Jerome act as witnesses.” Derek replied. “No way! I can't have that sort of wedding. I’ve always dreamed about having a big wedding with my parents and siblings present to grace the occasion. How can I get married without telling my parents about it?”

"I'm the CEO. My background check is spotless. My legal residence is practically a fortress. It has to be me." I let out a dry, exhausted laugh. "Oh, perfect. I'm marrying the guy who threw Plan B at me in a moving car like ten hours ago. Very romantic. Should we register at Target?" "Funny you should mention that," Roman said, grabbing his shoes. "Because we actually have to go to Target." "What?" "You can't get married in a trench coat and men's slides," Malakai said, his voice dripping with disdain as he looked me up and down. "We have to get you something acceptable."

"It's your first time coming into the city. Like hell you know anything! We came from the same town, and you're taking an outsider's side?" The girl shrank and kept her mouth shut. Zoey looked away, happy with the result. She grabbed Bartholomew's arm and held it high, showing the gleaming rings around their ring fingers. She looked at me like I was a defeated man. "Can you prove that our wedding day is today, Winston? Neither my parents or relatives ever saw you. I'd have arranged a meeting if I wanted to marry you. Besides, I never got the license with you. "We never took a wedding photo. I never gave you any wedding gifts. You have nothing, but Bart has prepared everything." Zoey leaned o

Friday was the rehearsal of the unexpected. Tommaso came to the apartment with the ceremony file and read it like a man reading a land registry. A chapel outside Milan, a concrete name she didn't catch and was not meant to. A civil rite, fifteen minutes. Two witnesses: Tommaso himself, and a woman whose name would be provided. No guests. No press. No photographs of any kind. "No photos," Elena said. "No records," said Tommaso, with the flatness of a man handing over the actual rule. "The marriage is registered, because the law insists. It appears nowhere else. The signora's name will not travel."

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

My future husbands are just fulfilling my whim of wanting to parade into the church. We also didn't take vows, since I know in advance that the wolves won't. They won't open their hearts in front of so many people, but they'll make sure I know it every single day. They show me every moment how much they love me even though they don't say it very often, and I'm okay with that. I can say the words for us. The priest also skips the part about questioning anyone who objects to the wedding. My fiances won't let anyone even try to object before silencing them forever, with a whole bunch of bullets being fired into their religious bodies, so we'll just leave it out.

There was still so much she needed to know and— “But Rig… how? I mean… getting married? Are you talking about before or after your birthday?” “Before. I’m talking about now, Cara. Tomorrow. I want to do this now.” Her head jerked back in shock. “Tomorrow?” she squeaked. I nodded, holding her tightly. “I need to show you, Cara—actions, not words. Plus… just trust me, this is going to solve so many problems.” She smiled at first, joy twinkling in her gaze, but then it faded just as fast. “How? Not just the wedding, Rig—how can we be married when we can’t even be in public together?”

I laughed: “So you, like Ben, are sneakily getting married without a grand wedding, huh?” He replied, “Not exactly. My parents won’t interfere with whom I marry, but they would refuse to attend the wedding if they found out my bride isn’t from a matched family status. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if our wedding turned out to be grand, but no elders from both sides were present." "That's true." I agreed sagely: “What about the company?” "Mr. Henry is in the company; we don't need to worry. When we're back, we can distribute more candies and double their bonuses."

"The team is coming. All of them." "Good." Ryan ends his call. "Father Michael agreed. Tomorrow at 6 PM, cathedral ceremony, reception at the hotel after. He's waiving the usual marriage prep requirements given the circumstances." "What circumstances? That our fathers are in jail or that we're technically merging criminal enterprises?" "Both." He pulls me onto his lap. "How are you holding up?" "I don't know. This morning we were celebrating a championship. Now we're planning a wedding while our fathers are being arraigned for racketeering." I lean against his chest. "This is insane."