I Object Wedding Novels & Stories

Ariel:- One week came and went away like the wind. Now, today it's my wedding day and I'm standing in front of the full-length mirror admiring my beautiful wedding dress. This day is gonna be the best day of my life. I'm gonna marry the love of my life, although it's a one-sided love, but still there is hope in me that he is gonna change one day and love me the same way I love him with all my heart. We haven't talked or seen each other since the day he yelled at me in his car and to be really honest, I'm dying to see and marry him so that I can proudly say he is my husband and he is off-limits ladies. Giselle did my hair and makeup. She curls my front hair strands and makes a messy high bun.

Unfortunately for Travis, I had no desire to open the wedding invitation. "Aren't you going to take a look?" Travis asked in disbelief. I shook my head while wearing an indifferent expression. Earlier, right after I finished eating dinner, I noticed that Victoria had posted a new update on her social media account. She had posted a photo of the new wedding invitation. The groom's name was Travis Somerson. Meanwhile, she intentionally censored the bride's name. Only the last name "Somerson" was vaguely visible while the first name was blurred out.

**NEW JERSEY CITY** Samira stood in front of the vast mirror, staring at herself in her wedding dress. The dress was exquisite, a vision of delicate lace and shimmering beads that caught the light with every slight movement. The bodice fit her perfectly, cinching her waist before flowing into a full, billowing skirt. The train trailed behind her like a cascade of snow, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the room. Yet, despite the beauty of the gown, she felt like an imposter. This marriage, this life she was about to step into, felt absurd and unreal, like a twisted fairy tale she couldn't escape.

She pulled away. Isla narrowed her eyes, giving her a scrutinizing gaze that lasted only a second before a faint smile curved her lips. Priya mirrored the smile and nodded. "Call me," Isla muttered before stepping back and leaving the family haveli. The wedding was to take place in an extravagant hall. Garlands of marigolds and white jasmine draped the carved pillars, their fragrance mingling with the soft curls of incense in the air. Golden silk fabric hung from the ceiling, catching the hall’s golden light.

And we're going to hold the wedding in the middle of the garden with a lake view. Something old - my mom's veil. Her marriage with dad lasted until the end of their life. They were a busy couple. But I know they loved each other so dearly. And I hope I can have the same things as Gabriel. The veil looked a bit out of place with all the extravagant things I'm wearing today, but it reminds me where I came from. I am Isabella, from a small town called Oakwood Town. Even though I'm going to be the wife of a billionaire, I will always be the same Isabella. Something new - the ridiculously expensive necklace I'm wearing now is a wedding gift from Gabriel. Behind it is engraved with 'Trust in you".

He nods at me. "I did, but it didn't feel real, and to be honest. I am not overly fond of it, this one though I think is beautiful and suits you." I nod, it is, my finger trailing along the stainless steel that alternates between silver and blue, with a padlock at the end. "Let's do it at the wedding". He smiles hugging me, his phone ringing; he glances down considering ignoring it, I watch as he slides it across and ignores it.

The weight of my new title settled upon me with a sense of pride and responsibility. The preparations for the wedding ceremony were a collaborative effort. The pack members worked tirelessly, each assigned specific tasks to ensure that everything was perfect. Some were in charge of the decorations, adorning the hall with elegant drapes, twinkling lights, and floral arrangements that exuded both beauty and symbolism. Others focused on organizing the seating arrangements and ensuring that every guest would feel welcome and comfortable. Tyler had promised not to make the wedding known to everyone but would make it memorable for us.

"No, thank you." *** I went back to my room and immediately flopped down on the bed. Still, I wore the peach-colored dress to the gala dinner earlier. All night my fingers and eyes were busy scanning the screen of my new phone, trying to find out everything about their wedding. About Alarick and Velove's upcoming wedding. The news in online magazines kept talking about how spectacular their wedding would be, from expensive diamond-encrusted wedding gowns to rings made of costly and rare gemstones.

Iris said to me and I was immediately confused. “It's not a real wedding, why go through all the fuss? One dress would be fine and I haven't started wearing the things you had stuffed in my wardrobe. I'll just pick something white from there, there's no need for a new gown," I said to Iris who got to his feet and leaned over me. My breath was immediately caught in my throat, what was he doing right now? “Whether the wedding is real or not, there is an image that has to be protected. Not to mention, some people have to be really pained by this ceremony,” Iris said to me and I found myself inhaling large gulps of his scent instead of responding.

SOMETHING NEW: Brides are supposed to wear something—anything—new during the wedding ceremony. It can be as small as a trinket, jewelry, an undergarment, or the gown itself. Astrid. I met up with my friends at Starbucks. “So, because Ryder forgot about you, we all have to be sober now?” Dannie asked. I knew what he meant. Since Ryder forgot about me, I had been steering clear of Oil Rig and Rig Style. It was too painful for me to go there. The sweetest guy I’d known didn’t want anything to do with me and looked down at me as if I was the biggest gold-digging slut on the face of the Earth.