His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

Just before leaving, he turned back and said, "Wash my clothes and underwear. I got blood on them. If you leave it sitting, it won't come out." The door slammed shut with a thud. After Michael left, I stared at the wedding photo on the wall in a daze. Over the years, I had built everything with him from the ground up. We'd moved from a cramped rental apartment barely big enough to turn around in to a luxury apartment in the heart of the city. Every hardship we'd endured along the way was still vivid in my memory. By most standards, Michael counted as a decent husband. When he made his first real money, the first thing he did was make up for the wedding we never had.

She quickly took a glass on the table, then gulped down half of its contents. After that, Valeria looked back at Alexa. “Seriously? Then, who is your husband?” Valeria made sure. Alexa pressed her lips together. She truly did not expect Valeria’s reaction like this. “The man who took me from the bar that night. Devan Ivander.” Valeria held her chest; she could not contain her shock as if she were about to have a heart attack. “Oh my God, Alex. How could you … how could you marry .…” Valeria deliberately paused her sentence so Alexa would continue it.

I grabbed a fur pillow and hurled it across the room, knocking a glass perfume bottle off my vanity. "You're such an idiot!!! Oh, 'you officially owe me a very big favor,'" I mocked myself in a breathless, high-pitched whisper, pacing in a circle on the rug. "So mysterious. So badass. So fucking useless...I’m sure a man who run-handles the entire city's underworld is losing sleep because a girl in a slit dress gave him a warning. He probably washed his boots and forgot my face before the guards even finished dragging that waiter to the basement." A cold weight settled heavy in my gut. I have just two more days to my wedding... I had no time... I needed to stop it...I needed a reason to stop

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

He went out the door and shut it behind him. “My—?” She gulped. “—Wedding day. Oh holy, crap on a cracker!” Then her eyes went all beady. “It’d better be real or instead of a wedding, there’s gonna be a funeral at the Triple K today!” CHAPTER FOURTEEN You can’t undo stupid… MABLE

"Obviously." "I mean, can you imagine? A widow at twenty-seven—just two days after my wedding. The headlines, the tabloids…" I let out a dry laugh. "Planning your funeral wouldn’t just be a pain in the ass—it’d be a pain in the neck too." His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then, to my surprise, he chuckled. "Good to know I’m worth the inconvenience." I stared at him, completely at a loss. This man had barely escaped death, yet here he was, joking like it was nothing.

As for Ian and me, we officially started dating after the dust had settled. We held our wedding on a beautiful island overseas three years later. During my speech, I sincerely thanked Derek and Diana. "Thank you for letting me be your daughter. May our family always live happily ever after in the days ahead." My wedding came to a perfect close amidst a chorus of blessings, and what awaited me was a future brighter than anything I had ever known.

Looking at him, I started laughing bitterly. When Mom fainted from anger, Harvey had accused her of faking it, even saying that it would be better if she really died. He then ordered for the wedding to continue. Now that Mom was really dead, he was now saying that he felt bad with that attitude. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I could finally marry Harvey, my childhood friend whom I loved for 20 years. I was even prepared to give him an even bigger surprise on this joyful day.

I zoned out and every scene of the incident that had happened before crashed my already terrified mind. My disastrous wedding. Delightful Vows. Conversation between me and bukka. A tragic small gift. Dreadful gunshot through my father's body. His unconscious body and his blood staining my white wedding dress. How did it happen? We were happily celebrating our wedding. I and bukka were conversing, my father was delivering his speech and people, who were gathered at our wedding were chattering and laughing on his speech. All of a sudden, everything turned into disastrous havoc.