Max And Roxanne Wedding Novels & Stories

“Rosalind.” “Maxwell, what a surprise!” Rosalind shook his hand. Then she smiled at Axel. “You are here too, Axel.” She was confused because Gabriel told him only the family who would attend the wedding ceremony. But then, how could Maxwell be here? It was impossible that he came without an invitation, wasn’t it? “Rosalind, marry my father, please? No woman will disturb your wedding. I guarantee that,” Axel said seriously. Rosalind giggled and shook her head because Axel clearly learned from his father about how to talk like an adult. She caressed the little boy’s hair. “You are so adorable. I’m sure your father doesn’t have any intention of marrying me.”

"Mamma knew a long time ago that Ryder wasn't the one for you. A man who truly wants to marry you doesn't make you wait seven years without a ring. It's not too late to walk away. Everything for the wedding is already in place." "It's in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush." So, in everyone else's eyes, it had always been crystal clear. And for seven years, I had believed his empty promises, letting him string me along. "Mamma, you choose. I don't have a preference. Just keep the ceremony simple." I heard footsteps behind me. Ryder had appeared at some point, and at the word "wedding," his voice turned sharp. "A wedding? What wedding?"

Her tone was sharp, driving home the stakes. I put my pen down. "I get how serious this is, and I know what I'm doing." Since starting college, I had aced my classes and shone in charity work, completing tasks with flying colors. This mission should have my name on it. Ruby sighed, giving in. "Well then, I respect your choice. The team is leaving tomorrow afternoon. Go pack." I exhaled, shielding my eyes from the blazing sun. My mind had been a mess since a few days ago when Kai brought Lily Foster to our wedding.

" I promise " The ixoras had started to bloom, they lined the edges of the road, elegantly showcasing a blend of yellow and red, but one look could disclose the last time they had a good trim, there weren't gardeners, this wasn't a garden, there were other flowers, hibiscuses, Christ thorn, some fresh, others wilted, the flowers grew amongst each other, struggling for space.

ROXANNE 'Pregnant'. I read the word on the pink stick, my heart beating loudly inside my chest. This was unplanned. Josh wouldn't like this, I was certain. But, he had said he wanted me. He had come to me every other night for the past one years in the five years of our marriage. So, maybe this time would be different. As they say, 'third time's the charm'. Plus it was our fifth year anniversary today so this must be the universe saying something positive about my marriage to Josh.

My breathing hitch as I started to formulate words to make an excuse when Uno spoke in a confident voice. "Farrah and I don't want a grand wedding, we just want to confirm the people about our relationship but we have no plans of making a grand wedding. We want it private, Mayor." He glanced at me and squeezed my hand. The mayor looked unconvinced and hesitant, but he just nodded at stood up in his seat. "All right then, let's start," he uttered and search for something at the first drawer in under his table. "Do you still want to do the normal things at a wedding or we'll proceed with the signing?"

She approves of his idea. As they are still in the middle of their conversation, their moms butt in and start dragging them away. The grandfather is already waiting for them on the rooftop. “Mom! Where are you taking us, please slow down, you will make us trip.” They arrive at the rooftop. Not only their mom and dad are there but the whole family is. And they both have no idea when this happened. Looks like the news of their marriage has gone to everyone, and they are cooking up something.

"Well, your full name is Cincinnati Roxanne Lopez, twenty three years old, ex-stripper, hitman, other vices and there are also a few other details." "Like?" "You have people dear to your heart, Reynolds, Renata and Lauren the old widow." "Don't call her that!" I flipped. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way." He apologized, a bit laid-back. "Wait how did you even find out I go by Roxanne? It's not even on my birth certificate or records." "I have my ways?" "Riiiight." I drawled. "How old are you?" "Twenty five, in August though."

“No, you don’t believe in love. I have always loved you.” I swallow. “We have been together for so long, it’s possible you are confusing what we share for love.” “Are you confused?” “No. Because I know that it does not exist..” “That was why I never confessed to you. Because of your beliefs. And I thought I was fine with that, after all we said we would get married so we could still be together, and you won’t have to pretend to love someone else. But after seeing you so hung up on him, I couldn’t help it. I love you Roxanne.” He laughs.

Still, she found time to lug around in the morning. Roxanne only rolled her eyes. “Ugh, I don’t want to talk to you right now. Do you know? That woman was so callous that she could pick up her own husband from some other’s girl’s bed and then do a wedding shoot after? How much skin does her face have to do just that?” The cousin then glanced at Roxanne. “Probably just a hair’s width less than the girl who tried to steal her man on their honeymoon. Hehe, but this isn’t so you, Rox. How could you not charm such a man?