Mal And Ben's Wedding Novels & Stories

He had promised to protect her forever, but somewhere along the way, he had forgotten every last one of those promises. The moment Blake arrived at the hotel entrance, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong place. Dozens of Maybachs were parked outside, far grander than his own wedding convoy. A red carpet stretched from the lobby all the way to the curb, lined on both sides with red roses. The second he stepped into the lobby, he saw the enormous wedding poster. In the photo, Dawn wore a pure white wedding gown as she leaned against a man's chest, smiling brightly. That man was the very one who had taken her away earlier.

Ms Barbara responded with a slap on her cheek. “Ah!" Sloan clutched her cheek. “What was that for?" “You lying piece of trash! You said you met with him! How dare you lie to me?" Sloane raised her head. Of course, she did. “I did, mom. I've registered my marriage at the city hall. I did that hours ago." Ms Barbara was quiet for a while. Then, she said, “Bradley is pissed, really pissed, because you failed to show up. What does that mean?”

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.

Elena just kept quiet and glanced at Ray in horror. Ray ignored Elena's glance. He immediately stared ahead, smiling at the guests and relatives or paparazzi ready with their cameras. The man immediately led his wife down the altar, across the white carpet casually, and kept smiling until flowers were pouring down on him and Elena, accompanying them along their path.

"I'd like a word with you. Privately." I looked between the two of them, a flicker of something uneasy crossing my mind - did Claire even know her fiance was being this particular and stubborn about the venue? Would she even want her wedding pushed far towards Christmas simply because Malcom refused to compromise? But I swallowed the questions and stepped outside instead, giving them the space he'd asked for. It didn't take long. Malcolm emerged a few minutes later, entirely unbothered. "It's settled. We’re getting married here first week of August."

"I only need your confirmation." I swallowed hard and nodded. Which is how I ended up here, in his office, trembling under his gaze. The door opened, and Gordon walked in. His steps faltered when he saw me. "Dad? You wanted to see me?" Matthew’s tone was absolute, leaving no room for argument. "She’s carrying my grandchild. You two are getting married tomorrow. My decision is final." The words struck me like a thunderclap. My breath caught, my vision blurred. Married. To Gordon. My world tilted, and everything went black.

He then asks Jack. “Well, you see. You were her husband but I am her brother. Meet Mallory Bastien Hilston.” “I really am Mallory? Not Malia? And I am married? Why the hell did you keep this from me?!” Mal angrily shouts and walked out of the room and locked herself inside her room. Ben followed her and kept on knocking the door. “Mal, please. We only wanted what’s best for you. We didn’t want you to remember that horrible past. When you technically died, Jack was devastated to receive the news, it was a miracle you survive. We only did what we thought was best for you.” Ben kept explaining.

"Orlando, please think of nothing about Benjamin's mutterings. He is just having this wedding jitters!" Ben had his mouth opened while gazing at the priest dazedly. 'What happened to our priest! He never talked like this!' he thought amazingly. "We came here to investigate, Father!" Ben whispered in undertone. "And we did! You also found your sister here!" Belinda was nudged by Orlando gently. "Big Brother Ben, Father Nathaniel mentioned something about your wedding?" "Ah, yes, yes! I and your neighbor, Millie, will be married at the end of the month!" Ben's countenance softened at the mention of the love of his life.

But Marcus and Zara were finished with their show. They snuck out a side door, got into the car that was waiting for them, and drove back to their apartment. Zara exclaimed, "Best wedding ever," as she took off her shoes in the car. "Both of them or just this one?" Both. City Hall was small and just right. Today was huge, crazy, and perfect all at once. We needed both. "Agreed. Marcus took off his bow tie." Are you two ready to get married now? "Without the show?" So ready.

I spit out, “I am not your wife” Malachi does not say anything. He only gestures to his men and they immediately pull him out of the door. “What— Malachi suddenly picks me up and throws me over his shoulders gaining a shriek of horror from me. “What do you think you are doing?” I yell out, not minding the onlookers. “I changed my mind,” he answers, “we are getting married today”