My Groom Novels & Stories

I stood on the stage alone in my wedding dress. I turned to the guests and gave a deep bow. "Thank you all for attending my wedding. Unfortunately, there have been some last-minute changes. "Bianca York will now take over Sandra Zimmer as the bride. I sincerely apologize, and please enjoy the night." The room fell completely silent. Gordon Abbott—the groom—stormed onto the stage and snatched the glass from my hand. "Sandra, what are you talking about? Today's our wedding. That was just a mistake!" His expression was unmistakably dark.

Each of them wore shades of blush and gold, their dresses flowing like soft petals in the breeze, complementing Selene’s classic yet modern gown. On the Duke’s side, his groomsmen were equally refined. Calvin Buenavista, one of the key business partners of Sandoval Enterprises, stood beside him, offering both a calm presence and a few quiet jokes to ease the groom’s nerves. Frost O’Harra, Duke’s close friend from university days, had flown in from abroad to witness the union and serve as one of his groomsmen. They stood at the altar in quiet anticipation, dressed in tailored suits and occasionally scanning the crowd for familiar faces.

I had no idea how Erica had gotten her hands on it. Plus, that access pass? They'd given it to her years ago. Once they saw I'd chosen a wedding gown, they visibly relaxed. "We'll come pick you up tomorrow. Don't worry about the media—we'll protect your reputation. And we'll get you even bigger clients moving forward!" I barely nodded. I had my eyes on my flight ticket and the finalized wedding proposal in hand.

I’m not blaming anyone, but you could’ve handled things better. Babe <3: I’ll be the bigger person here. For old times’ sake, maybe we can try to be civil. And honestly? I miss you. You were my best friend. Babe <3: I’m getting married in two months. Right before the tour starts. Never thought I’d meet the one, but I did. I hope you find that too. Babe <3: We’re doing a month-long cruise before the wedding. I sent the invite to your email. It’s couples-only, so bring your boyfriend. Or maybe that friend of yours… Mara? Doesn’t matter, just bring someone.

When we got to the front, our grooms were waiting. Liam looked impossibly handsome in his black tuxedo, his hair freshly cut and styled. His eyes found mine through the veil, and even though I couldn't see his expression clearly, I could sense his smile. Mom handed me over to Liam as she moved to stand by Henry's side, her fingers giving mine one final squeeze of encouragement. We all stood to face the front, where the pastor waited with his bible open, his kind face beaming at all of us.

We're definitely going to get married. Lisa smoothly linked her arm through Michael's. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and there was a mocking glint in her eyes. They continued toasting and thanking the guests as if nothing had happened, as though what had just occurred was merely an insignificant little episode. I looked around the venue, taking in the wedding scene I had carefully planned, then looked at the groom, who was supposed to join hands with me for life. I lowered my eyes, gently touched my stomach, then turned and left the hall.

Amelia barely kept her expression neutral as Beside her, Alexander walked with effortless confidence. She looked up at him and he seemed so Untouchable and Powerful shrouded with his cold aura. They entered the ballroom together and Yet somehow it felt like they had arrived separately. If he had heard the murmurs then then he did a perfect job hiding it like he hadn’t been the said groom of the scandalous bride. The room sparkled with crystal chandeliers and gold accents And on the stage,A live orchestra played softly. The Champagne flowed easily as Laughter echoed.

"This is the list of available venues open for booking next week, Ms. Coleman. You and Mr. Alderson can browse through them first." The moment my eyes swept across the first page, I froze. There were two familiar names on the top row of the form. "Groom: Derek Hubbard. Bride: Lessie Davenport." The booked date was three days from now, which was coincidentally the same day as my wedding.

But he is nowhere to be found. “Sandro. I can’t believe you bought a date.” The groom, a thirty something guy, was talking excitedly. So, Sandro usually doesn’t bring a date. There is an ulterior motive behind this. Sandro looked at me with the same unreadable expression and then at the groom. “Is the don here?” The groom shook his head. Then he smiled at me. Since I hadn’t forgotten my manners yet, I said, “Congratulations on your wedding.” He smiled and muttered a thank you.

How timely! She will get married to him, use him as a shield to bring down the Moretti family and to get as much money and power as possible, get divorce and disappear from the face of the earth. A new identity and a new life is all she really needed, and if Luca is the key to that, what’s a wedding band in comparison to that? She only needed three month. 3 months!