My Last Shot After Seven Canceled Weddings Novels & Stories

I was just showing her that I didn’t like what was happening to us. "One more kiss!" they shout which made me gasped. I could do nothing but kiss her on her cheek again and face the cameras and smile hard. I hate this day. **** At the reception, they are all busy having a conversation with the guests. Those who attended the wedding were parents, close friends of Verna here in the province. As well as Mommy. She invited Tito and Tita and her friends. Dad was not here. He's already in heaven so Mommy brought Dad's photo.

Few hours later, I took my cellphone and made a video of myself that my wedding has been cancelled. “ Hey fans , friends and family, I am putting this out there to tell you that I am so heart broken because my wedding has been called off, yeah because he got married to someone else, I don’t know when but I know he is now a married man and I am letting go of the whole marriage thing, it’s really hard letting go of the wedding but I accept my fate and I want to use this medium to congratulate my ex Jeff and his wife Kaira, Happy married life” I said and I just switch off my cellphone because I do not want to start seeing any ridiculous.

Benji, Cole and Dixie all seemed to say at once. Scarlett covered her face with her hands. "The photographer just canceled on me." "Seriously?" Benji scowled and picked up her phone, speed reading the email. "That asshole." "It's okay, babe." Cole rubbed her back. "You know someone, don't you?" Dixie asked Benji. His eyes went wide. This close to the wedding? They all knew this wasn't good. Garth's phone buzzed with a reply he hadn't expected quite so soon: Don't do that. Help with flowers?

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

Scott mocked himself. Then his phone rang. Becky. Dread crept over him. Why was she calling at this hour? He answered. “Sir, I have terrible news. The wedding venue isn’t available anymore. They canceled last minute and provided a full refund.” “That’s—” Scott rubbed his temple. “Just find another one.” “That’s the thing, sir. Every single wedding venue of that caliber has suddenly been booked.” His stomach dropped. “That’s impossible. There must be at least fifty.”

But also something colder—calculation. “This wedding cannot continue without the bride,” she said quietly but sharply. “And your grandfather’s condition is more important right now.” Jonathan felt like he had been slapped. “So… the wedding is canceled?” His voice trembled. Alice didn’t answer immediately. She looked around the ballroom. The whispering guests. The cameras ready to record. The family reputation on the line. Then she spoke loudly enough for those closest to hear— “Canceled.”

It came with an intricate lapel pin, which sparkled brilliantly. I was immersed in the joy of my imminent marriage to Vivian, but just two days later, Callum suddenly had a stroke and collapsed. Rhiannon couldn't endure the shock and fainted as well. Brianna was still at school and couldn't come home, while Vivian was under investigation by the tax office for issues with the company's taxes. The once-distinguished Larson family was in trouble, and all their business partners began avoiding them. I went to a lawyer with the funds and shares that the Larsons had given me and asked if I could liquidate them.

I echoed, kissing him, the weight of seventh cancellations lifting like fog. The cabin door shut, and we were finally alone. No more drama from the wedding—just us in this cozy spot upstate. The fire Damien started crackled in the corner, making the room warm and comfy. I kicked off my shoes and hung my gown over a chair, switching to a simple silk slip. Damien tossed his jacket aside and loosened his shirt, looking relaxed and happy. "You holding up?" he asked, coming over with a grin. "Yeah, totally," I said, stepping close and putting my hands on his waist. "That mess at the venue? Over it. This is better."

“I thought... I thought I lost you.” She studied my face for a long moment, her expression unreadable even now. Then she spoke. “I'm not that easy to get rid of,” she replied. "what about our wedding?" “We finished it, we got married.” I said softly. “You shot a woman for objecting and then collapsed at the reception becasue your brother shot you. Very memorable ceremony.” She sighed. “Good. Atleast I know my wedding will be memorable” I shook my head, a broken smile pulling at my lips. “You’ve been asleep for three weeks.”

Serena blinked. The next second, her eyes lit up and she leaned in. "Are you saying that Chloe, that bitch, really isn't coming back to marry you?" "That's perfect. It makes all this scheming worthwhile." "It's a shame she had you for seven years. But since that annoying little tramp has finally left, let's continue the wedding, Vinnie!" As if she was back in control, she turned and instructed the officiant to proceed. The people in the hall instinctively began to stir.