His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

He asked amused and I smiled. "Now you're getting it," I mumbled amused and he laughed. "Okay a small wedding, where?" "I don't know," "How about the beach?" "I think I would be the one bride to get sand in her eyes," "I agree," he said amused and I bit his chest smiling. "How about the ball room on 73rd, that we had the function at," "Okay," "I love your nonchalant attitude towards our wedding?" He said amused and I smiled. "That's because I don't care about the wedding, I'm only marrying you for you money, Lesley and I are going to kill you after the wedding," I replied sarcastically.

He tightened his grip on the bouquet, stepping forward to welcome his bride. Then he froze. It wasn't Violet. Instead, several men dressed in black mourning attire entered, carrying a coffin. Fury ignited within him. First the video, now this? This was his wedding. Who would dare bring a coffin here? He signaled his men to remove the intruders, but one of them stepped forward, face solemn, voice steady. "Mr. Warhol, your fiancée passed away yesterday. Our condolences." The words barely registered. Impossible. He had just video-called Violet the night before. She had smiled at him, told him she was preparing a surprise for their wedding. How could she be dead?

It's midnight and the day after tomorrow it's her wedding and I couldn't help but think about the similarity of our situation. We both are lying on the bed…" why are you sad " he asks . "Were you happy when we got married?" I asked honestly. " I am happy now " he caress my cheek " But you were in that time" I stared at the ceiling. " Why does it matter ?" " it's matter because wedding day is the only thing which we cherish our whole life but in our case that day was nothing but a nightmare to us " " I wanted to enjoy like a normal girl, get excited , nervous but I don't even remember how I survived that day. I was dying inside, suffocated and I don't want Shireen to go through the same

It was clear that she had a death wish. She wanted a grand wedding—I would make sure she had a grand funeral instead.

All royals had a special burial site asides everyone else and that's where my father and brothers had been buried. Earlier on in their life, my parents had made a grave that allowed for both of them to be buried together in the same hole and when she died, I did just that so I could honor her. I'd cried my eyes out and I didn't think I could cry anymore. My so-called husband-to- be at that point didn't even attend the wedding. He said he'd been busy. Now that I think about it, Felix has always been an asshole. I just didn't see it. Really hard to take that away from a man.

"About it, Mom. The Moxa family will sort this out soon. We'll definitely close this news and my marriage to Vina goes on." "Are you sure, honey?" she asked. "Yes. Mommy even intends to make a luxurious wedding for us. Mommy prepared a honeymoon package to Bali for us." What's more for a honeymoon package, after all they have also produced a child from their illicit relationship. Isn't a honeymoon more appropriate for Bara and Nayya, who just got married? Vina's face brightened. The thought of lavish weddings and honeymoon packages made him impatient to get to that happy day. Become a queen for a day then go to a famous tourist spot.

“To think that you're all wearing black at our wedding. I must be really horrible.” Her eyes fell on her black gown that stopped a few inches away from her ankle and she chuckled. It was like she was attending a funeral and not a marriage. This wedding was like a funeral to her. “Perhaps I see this wedding as a funeral? My funeral.” A sad smile crept up his lips. Unlike her, he was dressed in a sharp red suit, unlike every other day where he settled for his usual black suit. He had his hair stylishly combed backward, his features sharp. “Well, unlike me, you look pretty stylish,” she complimented.

Witnessing the glorious union of your man with his girlfriend/wife feels like being stabbed by a twelve inches knife, directly into the heart. She ran as fast as she could, not sure where fate would bring her feet. She's in deep despair, that's what she knows. It's game over, they are now married. He married the woman he truly loves and she needed to move on and live like it's just nothing. He's happy now and so should she. But the question is how? All her life, she had already planned the sequence of how their lives should flow. She keeps on running when suddenly, her sandal's heel broke causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

franklin winked and offered his hand for me to take. "No... Go in and I'll join you later, "I replied to him. He nodded in agreement and walked into the bathroom. I laid on the bed and smiled at my happiness. I was married to the best man in the world. We Were finally together and we we're both going to be together forever. A knocked sounded on the door and I wondered who was knocking at this time of the night. "no one is in the house " I thought. I walked to the door and opened the door for whosoever was at the door and it was the greatest mistake of life.

Something closed. I wasn't Mrs. Hayes. I would never be Mrs. Hayes. Atlas's hand was in mine. He hadn't let go since the altar. He was looking at me like he'd been waiting for this moment for longer than I knew. I would find out, later, that he had been. ******** HIS WEDDING DAY BRIDE Copyright © 2026 by Blueesandy All rights reserved.