I Object Wedding Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat into the mic, catching everyone’s attention before speaking. “Greetings to the subjects of Bouvardia, and to all of the viewers in the rest of the world. I am King Nicholas Carden of Iris, and this is my beautiful fiancé, Ariya Raine. We would both like to announce that our wedding ceremony will be held in a month’s time, the venue, still to be decided…” He then turned to me and nodded his head slightly before another reassuring smile. I moved closer towards the mic and cleared my throat a few times before finally speaking, my mind completely focussed on the eyes staring back at me.

When he pulled back, his hands moved down to my belly, feeling the baby kick strongly between us. “I have something for you,” he said quietly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple but elegant ring — rose gold, matching my collar, with a single diamond that caught the dying light of the sunset. “I know we can’t have a real wedding,” he murmured. “Not in the eyes of the world. But here, on this island, in front of the ocean and the stars… I want to make you my wife. Officially. In every way that matters.”

Antoine brought in a world-renowned designer to create the most suitable custom wedding gown just for me. Sure enough, his taste was impeccable, and the gown fit me better than anything I'd tried on in stores. Finally feeling more confident, I threw myself into preparing for the wedding with joyful anticipation. On the day of the wedding, Antoine rented an entire private island as our venue. He transformed it into a fairytale-like garden filled with tulips and lilies, complete with a yacht procession and a drone light show.

They both hold hands as they walk down the aisle, down the steps as they walk towards the altar, and when they get there, everyone is shocked as the blonde stares into the void. While for the blond it's all so strange, but it feels good, being with the blond, more so when they are still holding hands. A beautiful wedding to make you a slave to my eyes. The blonde Lucretia sighs, Jeff the blond tries to sigh, and be as calm as possible, he knows that his mother and Lucretia's family would be there, he had to keep calm, until his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a voice.

The camera shifted, and a church decorated with blue roses appeared on the screen. It was St. Maria Church—the place where I had imagined getting married countless times. "I rented the entire place and decorated it with your favorite flowers. "The wedding dress is the mermaid style you love most, and I've ordered a blue diamond ring. This time, there won't be any mistakes. "The invitations have already been sent out. I want the entire mafia world to witness that you are my one and only, my perfect donna." His gaze burned into the camera. "Come back, Isabelle. We'll be happy together."

Let’s get this over with. The wedding was a formality. A performance. A necessary illusion to keep the families quiet and the bloodlines clean. I stood there in a tailored suit that cost more than most men’s mortgages, watching GreenLee walk toward me like she was stepping into a trap she didn’t know she’d helped set. She was radiant. Real. And I hated that this day—this moment—was tainted by what had to come next. Ivan.

But my superiors at work had warned me repeatedly to control my temper—to show restraint and avoid physical confrontation whenever possible. I forced a deep breath and spoke coolly. "Whatever your relationship with Yves is, the wedding is mine to plan. Please leave." Nina ignored me and instead barked orders at the crew. "Yes, put the dead rat here. That'll set the mood. The curse will then take effect." The church looked like a scene from a nightmare; my anger flared. Walking away seemed tempting, but if I canceled the wedding outright, I would lose face—and my parents would tear me apart. For their sake, I kept my temper and softened my voice.

"Got the picture of how big a deal Mr. Gibson is? Listen up, at the wedding on the 28th, I'll be the one turning heads in a Gibson original. I'll be the bride everyone's talking about, while you, Celena, will just fade into the background.

Kayzer mentioned my whole name. "How did you know my whole name?" "Of course, It is important for me to know my soon-to-be wife." I know our wedding is just a bet but he put effort on it. We only have one day to prepare for our wedding. His secretary helped us to organize everything and called a media for tomorrow. My adoptive parents doesn't know about this yet so I need to go home. "You want me to go with you?" he asked. "As if our wedding has true feelings, babe. I can handle my parents very well so just take a rest for our wedding." I smirked and leave a marked on his neck.

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.