Megan Walsh Wedding Novels & Stories

“Yes. So it was that CEO billionaire Corvin CrimsonNight? What does someone like that want with you?” “Marriage,” Elle blurted out and realized how insane she probably sounded. “Marriage? What the hell? Elle, do I need to come kick some ass? Or are you going to become some rich bitch worthy of a crown?” “I am already worthy of a crown.” “Damn Right, girlfriend! So you are going to get married? And I am not there to help you get dressed and walk you down the aisle.” “A father is supposed to walk someone down the aisle.” Elle was smiling now. Her mood had improved a lot, although her hand throbbed. What had she done to it now?

The Walsh residence in Aleshire, sprawling across 35 acres, was a testament to their wealth. The renovations alone had cost around two billion dollars, and the total property value was estimated at 20 billion dollars—a clear display of their immense fortune. For a family like theirs, there was no need to book high-end hotels or luxury resorts for weddings. Their estate was more than sufficient to host the grandest of celebrations. Today marked the wedding of Michael, the youngest Walsh son, to Yvonne, Nala's personal secretary. It was a perfect match given their social standings, and the steady stream of luxury cars arriving at the estate indicated the scale of the event.

“Miss Lewis, you forged a receipt. Our surveillance is broken. Now both my boss and I can prove that your transfer is merely a repayment to him. “You have neither witnesses nor material evidence. If you apologize to me nicely now, I might even forgive you!” I looked at the two of them, and I curled my lips into a scornful smirk. “Who says I have no evidence? Today, I’m going to expose your true colors completely!” I took out my phone, called my best friend, and asked her to send me the video of me choosing the bridal accessories and wedding dress. My best friend had accompanied me that day when I bought the bridal accessories. She had said we must record such an important occasion for memory

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.

He cannot remember ever being this angry with anyone or anything. “Where is Megan?!” Eric yells at Gareth again. “We have located Megan. She fled the day of the wedding with the security detail assigned to her. They are being brought back to the house as we speak.” Gareth says in his usual tone. “Do we have a fucking security problem?!” Eric is even more furious now. The more he gets to know the more he feels like a fool. How could he not know that he married the wrong woman? He shakes his head. The answer is very obvious.

A month and a half passed in the blink of an eye. On the day of the wedding, the whole city’s eyes were on the union of the Moores and Jonases. The grand ceremony was like a dream brought to life. Jewels were glinting under the light, and champagne flowed like rivers. “Joe, congratulations! This marriage is a power move, no doubt!” Various influential guests approached Joe to offer their well-wishes. As for my parents? Well, their island-hopping trip had left them conveniently stranded on some remote beach. They couldn’t have made it back even if they tried.

Mrs Locason said before hugging me briefly. As we broke the hug, I smiled a little and nod my head at what she just said. We all stood outside of the church in front of Raymond's car. I was told a few minutes ago that we will both be going for our honeymoon. I have no idea where we're going and I didn't bother asking. After all, my wedding was fixed without my knowledge and consent. I do not think, I can have a say in this also. All the things I will be needing are already packed in Raymond's car.

A crease immediately formed between Jackson’s brows as an uneasy feeling suddenly settled heavily in his chest. “What’s wrong?” Megan asked softly. Jackson didn’t have time to answer. A breaking news notification suddenly popped up on his phone screen. And within seconds, his entire expression changed. Langham Wedding Scandal: Maverick Langham Officially Replaces His Nephew at the Altar. The Most Shocking Wedding of the Year: Ava Celeste Marries Her Fiancé’s Uncle. Jackson’s heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. “What?” His hands moved immediately, opening the article at lightning speed. Photos from their wedding ballroom flooded the screen. Pictures of Ava standing at the altar beside

I met his gaze, my eyes filled with nothing but contempt. “Ethan Shaw, you’ve been enjoying all the advantages and spotlight I’ve given you, while still clinging to your first love. “You ask why I did this? I just wanted you to see what kind of person you really are!” I took the wedding ring we had chosen together from my purse and flung it at his feet, right there in front of everyone. “From this moment on, Ethan Shaw, our engagement is over. From now on, neither of us has anything to do with the other.”

“And Alexander? You should probably check your prenup. Section 14C (infidelity clause). Since you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants for twenty-four hours before our wedding, I now own fifty percent of Knight Corp.” A collective gasp sucked the oxygen from the cathedral. His face went white. “Isabella, what the hell are you...” I yanked my hand away before he could grab it. “Don’t touch me. I know everything. The bridal suite? Really, Alex? With Chloe? My best friend since college?” Someone screamed. A phone hit the floor. Flashes went wild. Alexander lunged for the mic. “This is insane! She’s lying,” I shoved him. Hard. Wedding dress and all, I shoved a six-foot-three billionaire so hard