My Groom Novels & Stories

My ivory gown, with its intricate lace and pearl embellishments, had been custom-made, and I felt like a princess in it. "Nervous, sweetheart?" my father asked, placing a comforting hand on my arm. I was about to respond when I heard the master of ceremonies announce, "And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our handsome groom, Mr. Liam White!" The crowd erupted in applause, but as seconds ticked by, there was no sign of Liam. The applause gradually died down, replaced by murmurs of confusion. The master of ceremonies tried to maintain his composure, making light of the "small delay," but as the minutes passed, even he began to look concerned.

And Adrian— Adrian stood near the far wall. Not in his suit. In a tuxedo. Black jacket, sharply tailored. Crisp white shirt. Silk lapels that caught the light when he moved. A stylist stood close, adjusting his cuffs, straightening his collar. He stared past her shoulder, jaw tight, posture rigid. This wasn’t the composed executive. This wasn’t the man who controlled rooms with silence. This was a groom. The realization hit me with such force I had to steady my breathing. He didn’t look at me at first.

Ten days before I was supposed to marry my mafia fiancé, Edoardo Marino, my best friend Ambra Costa suddenly called me. "Valentina, which church are you getting married at, the one in Sicily or the one by Lake Como?" I frowned. "You already knew that. The one in Sicily. Why?" The moment the words left my mouth, Ambra burst into laughter. "I knew it! I told you she still hadn't found out! Victory is mine, Edoardo!" Before I could process what she meant, a man's low laugh came through the speaker. "You really are clueless, Valentina! How could you not even know where your wedding is when you're about to be my bride?" Edoardo's voice was teasing, almost affectionate."If you still want our weddi

Her helpless look in the mirror could express how sad she was but what could she do? ** "Boss, the bride will be ready in five minutes." It was his men who always surrounded him, they would protect him like his shadow. He had lots of bodyguards, wherever he would go they'd follow him according to his will but not today. It didn't seem like he had bodyguards, he was simply with another man who was his right hand, Richard. He looked at his wristwatch. He arrived at the venue ten minutes ago in his groom's suit. Even two days ago, he didn't know he was going to get married. But now, he was going to, indeed.

I realize he's planned it this way on purpose, because he knows me so well. My dad meets me at the back of the chapel and Tessa slips through the doors to take her place at the front across from Tyler. I catch a glimpse of my groom standing at the front, a nervous expression on his face. He's probably worried that I won't show up. He looks amazing in his black pants and fitted dress shirt. He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tattoos peeking out. His brown hair is tousled perfectly as always and I can't wait to run my fingers through it later.

Unfortunately, Olwen couldn't do it. "Ladies and Gentlemen." The priest began, looking at everyone present: "We are gathered here to bless and witness the union of a couple. In this marriage before God." After he finished speaking, facing the groom, he asked. "Jack Ramos. Do you accept Olwen Kelly as your wife? Promise to remain faithful, in good times and in bad times, in sickness and in health, to love and respect her every day of your life. me?" "I agree." He quickly said yes with a hidden smile. Jack even pretended to look at Olwen with affection.

"Shh, shh, shh. Todd, I love you! You stood in proxy to my brothers and protected me from the crazies of the world as much as possible. Thank you for being my brother." We smiled while turning to face the altar fighting the tears. Gerald, Angelo and Caleb stood next my brothers Valor, Zayvion and Brody at the altars edge. I would greet them before standing in front of my husband. Greeting in part to thank them and tell them I loved them, the other part was to frustrate the aggressively impatient groom. I imagined that he'd step off his place and arrest me away from his brothers in love for taking too long. Alas, after greeting our brothers Todd handed me off to Reece while taking his nephew

Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection. Beside her stood Aaron, the dashing groom, exuding a powerful aura. He was dressed in a classic black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt and a perfectly tied black bowtie. The tuxedo accentuated his strong and confident presence, and his demeanor radiated an air of authority and charm.

My groom. Tall, aristocratic, impossibly composed dressed in a tailored-to-perfection all black suit. Like he was attending a funeral, not his own wedding. The only color on him, is his long honey blonde hair and his ocean blue eyes. There’s a knot between his brows, not interest, not excitement. Irritation. He looks like he’d rather be elsewhere. Which is flattering. I think,

My mind was blank for a moment as I tried to figure out my words. “I must say, all the times I had imagined how our meeting was going to be, I never thought it would be this way,” he said, his voice deep and rich. There was something about him that kept me on high alert. “Who the hell are you?” I asked, even though he already explained himself. “I am your groom,” he said. “I mean, who are you? I don’t mean the words you just told them. I mean who you really are,” I said, taking one long look at him.