His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

How dare you claim this car is yours, you penniless loser? Since I needed to take back the drug, I had no choice but to rush over to Melissa's wedding venue. There, I saw that the man embracing her in the poster was none other than Samuel Fuller, the husband I had been married to for the past three years. At first, I thought something was wrong with my eyesight. Why else would I be seeing my husband on a wedding poster with another woman? However, in the next second, I spotted Melissa walking onto the stage with a bouquet in hand. She spoke proudly to the guests. "Everyone, welcome to my wedding with Samuel Fuller, the wealthiest man in the country!"

I’m not doing it willingly. [Why aren’t you replying? It’s our marking ceremony tomorrow. It’ll be held in church. All the werewolves in the pack will attend it. Don’t be late.] On the day of Monica’s funeral, Sophia picked me up as promised. Bodyguards then escorted me as I left the pack I had lived in for more than twenty years. Meanwhile, Randy kept sending me messages. [Where are you, Emma? I’m already at the church entrance.] [Why does it look like a funeral?! This is my marking ceremony, the wedding my mother has been looking forward to!]

"I won't stop you after the wedding tomorrow. Please, don't go. My parents don't believe the Don will marry me. If you walk away, they'll sell me to that bastard who tortured his three wives to death! "If you insist on leaving, you'll need to run me over first! In any case, I might as well be dead. If you don't want me, I'll have to marry that bastard." Lorenzo's hands tightened around the steering wheel, the veins on the backs of them bulging. After a long while, he let his hands fall. On the day of the wedding, the motorcade rolled toward the church. The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased.

He couldn't accept the fact that the woman he loved had killed his younger sister. After that incident, he rarely touched me. And even when he did, it was rushed and indifferent. I could only endure his torment in numbness. After two years of mutual torment, we finally entered the "sacred halls of marriage". I asked him why he still chose to marry me, and he said he wanted to keep me by his side forever—to make my life a living hell. … The next morning, it seemed like Zachary finally remembered me. He called me, but no one picked up. He texted me, but no one replied.

Her eyes snap up to mine and there is so much disappointment and sadness that I open the shower door and walk in with clothes on and everything. I cup her face and rest my head against her’s. “Not in the way you think. It’s true you’re not a Rhodes in that sense and I’m glad you’re not because that would make our marriage weird as shit. But it also means you don’t have to put up with this shit show of a funeral. The requests are ridiculous but almost everything is preplanned, so there isn’t much we can do but make sure everything goes smoothly. This will all be over soon.”

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

“Dylan, are you okay? What the heck are you talking about? Of course, my sister can't go to your wedding. She’s getting married today too.” Dylan felt like he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely stunned, and his mind went blank. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, hardly believing what he had just heard. “M-Married?” he forced the word out. “To who?!” His voice rose uncontrollably. “Haven’t you seen the financial magazine or headlines lately? She’s marrying the heir of the Muller family—Jasper Muller.”

After I took off the elaborate custom-made gown, my father considered for a moment before finally speaking. "You should meet Lorenzo tonight. The wedding is tomorrow. It's not right that you two haven't met." I hesitated for two seconds, then shook my head. "There's no need. I trust your judgment, Papà. I trust the man you've chosen." My mother, always the most perceptive, immediately saw the sadness hidden in my eyes. She shot my father a look, signaling him not to press the matter.

He was darkness, I was light. He was hate, I was love. He was revenge, I was forgiveness. Folding my arms at my chest with a painful smile over my lips, I was staring at the couple getting married before my light blue eyes followed by tears blurring my vision. “Congratulations.” Whispering sorrowfully from afar, I tugged my auburn hairs behind my ears, releasing a low chuckle from anguish. Why was I so sad at a wedding?

She actually seemed to be listening to me with her head occasionally as I spoke, but then suddenly she jumped on my lap with a smile that was far too big for her face. “oh baby, is that the only problem that we have? then don't worry we don't have any problem at all the family will support too” I could smell that we were getting closer to victory as I pretended to look worried and shook my head. “I'm sorry my dear but even if you also pitched in as well which I would have preferred that you didn't it still wouldn't be enough it is going to be a royal funeral and wedding-" ” Then we can just forget about the funeral after all what's dead is dead and buried there is no need to make it all fanc