Getting Married Without My Badge Novels & Stories

"Impossible. If he had registered, why wouldn't he hold a wedding? What's the point of registering if there's no wedding?" "That's true. In our country, it's not considered a marriage without a wedding. At most, it's just an engagement. Moreover, he's still the best man, which means he's still single." "I'm actually looking forward to the interaction between the best man and the maid of honor later. There's bound to be a lot of ambiguous interactions." "I think so too. General Morrison is so strong. There might be piggyback rides or jumping stairs on his back."

My composure surprised him. "The mating ceremony is just a formality," he added. "Our bond runs deep enough. We don’t need a ceremony to prove anything. Let’s keep it simple." "Sure." Keep it simple. This mating ceremony would have no blessing from the Moon Goddess, no token of devotion, and no witness from the pack. And soon… no bride. After hanging up, I crossed off "take wedding photos" from the calendar, dragging the pen with force. That calendar held every hope I had. I used to believe each wish would come true before the ceremony.

He leaned in once last time as his breath of expensive wine hit me. “By the way Elena ……. the wedding is not in a church. We’re going straight to the court house. My grandfather wants a legal marriage bonding document, not a hall filled with thousands of people witnessing me getting married to a woman who can’t even fit in a standard car seat.” …………………………………………………………. The court house was a blur of grey marble and rinked of cold ink. There were little or no flowers apart from the bouquet I had in my hands, no external witnesses, just the old wrinkled priest, my family, a young man whom I presumed to be his cousin brother, a tired clerk and a stack of papers that felt like a death warrant.

Then she blinked. She looked up at me. “Draven… this is…” “A marriage certificate,” I finished for her. Her mouth fell open a little. I kept my voice calm, as if this wasn’t a massive deal. “We don’t need a wedding party for you to sign it. After the family acknowledges it, I will handle the rest.” Her face turned completely red. Even her ears. She stuttered, “Tha…that’s not… it’s not necessary. You don’t have to…”

He would simply get a marriage certificate. If not because the Club he belonged to ‘Big Brothers Club’ (BBC) has a policy, which made it mandatory ‘that every member of the club who wants to get married must conducted a wedding ceremony otherwise, the member loses his entitlements as a newly married member of the club.’ If not, he would have avoided the whole ceremony stuff and obtain a marriage certificate and take his bride home. But these reasons, and more, made him decided to do the ceremony; fulfilling his promise to his late mother and collecting his entitlements from his club.

I nodded and pulled the certificate from my bag, sliding it across the desk. She checked the names, her eyes scanning the details. “You found someone fast,” she said, a little impressed. “I was already seeing him,” I lied smoothly. “We just… hadn’t set a date. This felt like a good enough reason to finally walk down the aisle.” Monica’s eyes softened. “Your parents would be proud. Nicholas would have loved to walk you down the aisle.” The mention of my father’s name threatened tears, but I held them back. She tapped a few keys on her computer. “Alright. The stipulation in the trust is that you must be married in a stable arrangement for at least one month. After that, there’s a release proce

“ Dominic leaves his cup at the counter and comes to me. “Did you consider what we discussed, “ he asks, “About the wedding? “ “Yes. And I am sure. I want a small wedding. And I don’t want relatives especially not the press. “ He nods. “But we still have to tell them. “ Dominic reminds me and he is right. We didn’t exactly already get married when we were in the US, but we … kind of did. In one of those churches where you get married right away, you just need to join the list. The priest wasn’t dressed as Elvis, thank god, but the ceremony was quick and … we were married. But only on paper. No one from the family knows.

“How is the preparation for your wedding by the way?” “Ms. Bella is winning at everything. If she wins, we also win. The date of the wedding is getting closer, and some things are getting processed as well. I think there are just three to four constituents that are not yet finalized, and one of those is a certification of non-marriage. We made that the last one because we almost forget acquiring one. I mean, it is just for needed documents. I and Eleanor were never married so we would not have any hindrance or drawback.”

Let him take everything I had left to give. After, lying in tangled sheets, he traced patterns on my bare shoulder. "We'll get married next week. Small ceremony. Just us. No guests. No family. No one who'll try to stop us." "What about the license? It needs to be filed. Witnesses. A ceremony." "I have a judge who owes me a favor. He'll marry us privately. Make it legal." Aiden kissed my neck. "By this time next week, you'll be Mrs. Whitmore again. But this time, you'll be mine."

“I never stopped planning to marry you. I just began planning on a better way to make this day the best.” “Never?” I asked. “Never?” he smiled. “I want to marry you. Here. Today. In front of our family.” “I don’t have a dress.” I cried. “Yes you do,” Gaby added. “What about the priest?” “Sebastian is going to officiate the wedding.” James added. “If you have doubts, Morgan can?” James stated. “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents,” Morgan smirked. “What do you say?” he whispered only to me.