His Wedding, My Funeral Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was practically eye raping me thus it felt more disgusted. "Well I feel happy to tell you my beautiful bride that our wedding will be happening in Malta,isn't it exciting?One of the most beautiful place in Europe.My parents were married there."He kept telling me about his extravagant plans for the supposed wedding which was never going to take place of sure,in fact he would have a grand funeral. I danced inwardly just by a mere imagination of him,going down beneath the ground. But he doesn't deserve such respect after death rather he must be fed to the wolves alive.

Three months had passed since my husband vanished while hiking in the fjords. Then I spotted him in a VIP room at a Manhattan strip club, one arm wrapped around my adopted sister's waist, looking like he didn't have a care in the world. "Thank God you came up with this idea. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be free of that control freak." His friends raised their glasses and cheered, asking how much longer he planned to play dead. Alex swirled his drink as he considered the question. "Next week. Once the guilt and panic drive her crazy, I'll show up and give her a nice surprise." I stood in the shadows, watching him enjoy his newfound freedom. Then I called a friend who worked at th

Faces I never wanted to see again. Finally. Justice. Nine months later, I gave birth to twins. A month after that, Lucas organised a lavish wedding to show me to the public. His father attended, and so did high-profile people in the country. Life moved forward. A year later, we stood at my parents’ graves. Lucas had my parents and Rebecca buried together at one place, side by side. For a moment, I felt watched. But when I turned, there was no one. “What is it, my love?” Lucas asked. “Nothing,” I said. And we went home. Everything felt okay. I prayed it stayed that way. THE END

That was the beginning of the end of his marriage to Joan. The funeral took place less than a week after the incident. Although the time frame between the tragedy and the funeral was quite short, many of his family’s acquaintances and even their neighbors were present at the funeral. Sean did not exactly remember how he got through it all, but somehow, he did. His parents-in-law, as well as his wife, were there stoically beside him, but he was numb and didn’t really notice anything.

Today was her wedding, but instead of a happy occasion, her funeral was going to take place, without a body if I could help it. Raphael had almost twated my plan what with all the security he had put in place but he must have relaxed when they failed to catch me, because as I navigated the house where they'd decided to host their small wedding due to fear that I was going to come and ruin it, I couldn't help but gloat. "My wedding was way bigger than this. Too bad you're still going to die despite all your running" I grinned, my face twitching as I navigated the building.

The thought of spending a good five years of my life with this man is already exhausting as I think about it. I let out a sigh and looked at my bridesmaids, they're all my friends and they're so excited for me - if only they knew it was all a fake. Bella tried to be as sober as possible, but in the end, she couldn't contain her bubbling excitement during the wedding planning. For once in days, I feel happy with my choice even if I know it's going to change my entire life. First I get a chance to make my loved ones happy and then I get a chance to find Theodore and my father's murderer, maybe I might be able to learn why Truce suddenly wants marriage too.

“Why make such a fuss over kids fighting? Can’t you let it go? “It’s James’s funeral today. Do you have to make a scene and embarrass everyone? “When he married you, I was against it from the start. You brought nothing good to his life when he was alive, and now you won’t even let him rest in peace. You wicked woman!” When James married me, he had nothing to his name. Afterward, his entire family moved into the house my parents had bought for me, shamelessly taking over. I treated them kindly for the sake of family harmony, but now, here they were, accusing me at the funeral. The only one who seemed reasonable was my father-in-law, Steven Lincoln, who scolded Sally lightly before helping me

I imagined marrying my true soulmate, feeling butterflies in my stomach, and getting giddy at the sight of him waiting for me at the altar. I had visualized that I would gladly dance and waltz with him and my parents… My parents would give us their blessings. But look at what happened. My wedding feels like a funeral to me, I'm not happy at all. Instead of butterflies and giddiness, all I feel is anger, hurt, and hate. My parents aren't by my side. No one blessed my marriage, no friends, not even my best friend, Leah, or well-wishers. No genuine laughter or smiles.

Chapter 1 Wedding Bells It was the day everyone was waiting for and the event everyone who was invited couldn't wait to attend. It was a very special day for Sienna's best friend Gemma. Sienna had always dreamt about getting married and starting a family of her own, her friend Gemma had always been in love but she wasn't that lucky because she ha d her heart broken so many times. Sienna was always happy for her when she fell in love and when she fell out of love she was there to console and comfort her because that's what best friends did .

"You shouldn't waste your energy talking to a rotting corpse." A rotting corpse. The words sliced through my heart like a jagged blade. How could he say that to me? He loved me. We had spent years building a life together before we got married. Or at least... I thought we had. Adrian turned back to face me, a cold, ruthless smile spreading across his handsome face that made me shiver under the thin hospital blanket. "To be honest, Elena, you weren't supposed to live long enough to witness this." "I thought..." I gasped, fighting for air as the heart monitor began to beep faster.