Lucas Tomlinson Wedding Novels & Stories

Jacob and I held our wedding soon after. When the last guests had left and we were about to go, I noticed two familiar figures hiding behind a tree. They were Lucian and Ryan. The staff said they had been there the whole time, watching the ceremony from a distance. Lucian was in a wheelchair. The moment my gaze met his, his expression wavered between joy and nervousness. Ryan immediately pushed him over to me. At the sight of me in a wedding gown, Lucian's eyes glistened. "You look beautiful today," he said hoarsely.

The moment I pushed open the apartment door, Lucian was sitting shirtless on the carpet, absorbed in his game, not even turning his head at the sound. As for Marisol, when she saw me enter, she showed no trace of panic. She smiled but it did not reach her eyes. “Eva? What are you doing here so late?” When Lucian saw the look on my face, his brows immediately drew together. “The wedding is tomorrow. Shouldn’t you be resting at home instead of coming here to check up on me?” I looked at him coldly and raised my phone, the intimate wedding photo displayed on the screen. “Aren’t you going to explain this?”

We circled dates in the planner. Talked about venues. Colors. Ethan wanted to wear a blue bow tie. Lucas promised he’d match. We laughed over cake flavors. Danced in the living room to a playlist of possible wedding songs. Every moment was beautiful. And every moment deepened the guilt. Kattie barely looked at me the next day at work. I didn’t blame her. I couldn’t look at myself, either. Lucas called me during lunch. “I found a rooftop,” he said. “For the reception. Want to check it out Saturday?”

He had his forearms rested on the barricade, small sighs occasionally escaping his lips as the music blared from inside. All types of food had been served, as well as desserts that could surely make anyone's mouth water. Lucus had eaten about two pieces of smoked salmon, nibbled on a piece of chocolate cake, and had about two glasses of wine during the meal. He had been moping at the table and during the cutting of the cake, but he had forced himself to cheer up, and even Emma had noticed how down he had been during the wedding. Eventually, Lucus decided that it wasn't fair for him to mope around and ruin his time. That was the reason for him to escape, leave others to enjoy themselves and d

"Three weeks is perfect. Small and intimate sounds lovely. After everything that's happened, I just want it to be about us." Lucas beams. He pulls her into his arms. "I love you so much. You're everything to me. I can't wait to make you my wife." Elara closes her eyes and lets him hold her. She thinks about tomorrow. About the custody hearing. About Lucas's impending arrest. This charade is almost over. "We'll get married at the Vaughn estate," Lucas says. He's already planning. "Marcus offered it as a venue. Small guest list. Maybe fifty people. Your manager Diana, my business partners, my brother Julian, a few close friends."

Being the public figure he was, announcing his marriage was inevitable, but he would keep it private nonetheless Jessica had yet to tell Lilly in person, she had only texted the crazy news this morning, which didn’t seem to surprise her best friend as much as she thought it would. The clerk handed a copy of the marriage certificate to Lucas who thanked him in return and brought his hand to Jessica’s lower back as they made their way out He walked her out in silence until they reached the car to which Emilio had already opened the door. As Jessica is about to get in the back of the black sedan, Lucas grip her waist and swiveled her to face him. Jessica looked at him in confusion he was an inc

"Will you marry me? Will you let me be your husband, your pain-in-the-ass protector, and the father to our little dumpling?" Nico covered his mouth with both hands. The twins clung to each other with wide eyes. "Yes," Nico whispered. "Yes, you idiot. Of course, I will." Cheers erupted. Someone popped a soda. Someone else dropped a tray. Lucas stood and kissed him, deeply and lovingly, ignoring the sounds around them. "You’re stuck with me now," Nico whispered against his lips. Lucas grinned. "I was already stuck. This just makes it legal." "When are we doing the wedding?" Grandma asked, dabbing her eyes.

"Do you, Bethany Mikayla Callaghan, take this man, Lucas Pierce Santinello to be your husband?" "I do." Her crisp voice shouts in the beautiful wheat field where the wedding is being held. "Do you, Lucas Pierce Santinello, take this woman, Bethany Mikayla Callaghan to be your wife?" "I DO!" He yells even louder, looking handsome in his new haircut and tailored Italian suit. "This two are now pronounced husband and wife." "You're now fully mine, CEO of Mi-nello Group."

His heartbeat stopped. “What?” he whispered under his breath. The files in his hand nearly slipped before he realized it. He had already turned toward them sharply. “What did you just say?” The startled employees quickly explained. “Yes sir... people are talking about it online already. The Westmans ’ family and Ashton’s family apparently arranged it quickly because of Lucas’s health situation.” Alex stopped hearing the rest. A loud ringing filled his ears. Married? Is Lucas getting married? No, that couldn’t be true.

Lucas quickly explained. Don Lucio raised an eyebrow. “Another time? A honeymoon is for making babies, not for saving plans!” Lucas blushed deeply while Wilma and Jacob laughed. Rhea suddenly coughed. “Sorry, I just choked,” she said, taking a sip of water. Wilma leaned in. “What about the venue? Do you already have one in mind?” Lucas cleared his throat and showed his phone. “Lustrous Garden Wedding and Events Venue,” he said, displaying a picture.