روايات وقصص ضمن My Last Shot After Seven Canceled Weddings

I was trying on my bridal dress when the hotel manager called. "Miss McPherson, someone's come to wreck your grand wedding venue," he announced, his voice tinged with a hint of glee. "You should come here to assess the damage." I was stunned. I had spent half a year of my hard-earned savings on this wedding! Who did these culprits think they were? Tomorrow was supposed to be the day I married my fiancé of seven years, Matteo Brando. Why was someone sabotaging our wedding now?

Like he’d never existed in the first place. Axel didn’t say a word. He simply took my hand—his grip solid and sure—and together we walked, our men forming a protective circle around us. As we stepped into the garden, guests had already regrouped, whispering nervously. They must’ve been reassured by Ryan’s men earlier. Too bad that was over. I walked straight to the microphone near the ceremony arch. My voice was clear and cruel when I spoke. “The wedding has been canceled.” Gasps.

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

Wayne's voice falters slightly, but the rage within him is evident from how hard he glares at Cassie, rigid jawlines clenching with so much force that his lips widen. "Dom, it isn't what you think. I swear by the moon goddess." Cassie reaches for my hand, but I pull away. She begins to shake her head, lips trembling as she steps closer. A shaky sob wrecks her body, a flood of tears smearing her makeup. "Don't do this to me, please. We can talk it out. It's not-" "The wedding is officially cancelled!" I announce. The feverent hush permeates the garden, over ten dozen eyes dart between Cassie, Wayne, and I, their murmurs rising into audible sentences. Chairs creak, footsteps pound against the

She hugged me one last time, eyes bright with love, and waved as we drove off. I never imagined it would be the last time I saw her alive. Gordon rolled up the window, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "I told you not to show up. But you just couldn’t listen. If not for my dad holding a gun to my back, I’d never have married you." My heart shrank. "You wanted this so badly, didn’t you? Well, congratulations." His mouth twisted in a cruel smile. "You just signed yourself into hell. Don’t expect happiness in this marriage."

It was such a simple truth, yet it had taken me far too long to realize. Thankfully, it wasn't too late. With a steady hand, I took the microphone from the officiant and addressed the crowd. "The wedding is canceled," I announced calmly. "But please, enjoy the meal. Think of it as my treat." The words had just left my mouth when Lilian Waverly—my almost-mother-in-law—stormed forward, her face twisted in outrage. "Absolutely not! After all the effort put into this wedding, how can you just cancel it? I won't allow it!"

It was as if that could bring me back, yet the stains wouldn't come off. Slumping onto the couch, he sat there for the entire night. He couldn't understand what he'd done wrong. This wasn't the first time he'd canceled weddings, and he was just showing compassion to an orphaned colleague. Why couldn't I be more understanding since he'd never gone overboard with Selena? The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he grew. He drank through the night and started mumbling nonsense, "You're getting unsensible, Ivy. You'd better come back soon, or I'm canceling the 67th wedding."

I'd never told him, and he never bothered to ask. Dante quickly stopped a hotel employee and asked, "Which ballroom did Nina Ford book?" The employee checked the list before replying, "It was ballroom three, but…" Frowning, the employee continued, "Ms. Ford called us up two weeks ago to cancel the booking. She said the wedding ceremony had been canceled." Dante froze. The wedding had been canceled? At that moment, he felt as though his world had come crashing down.

Luna nodded slowly. But the image remained.Gray eyes meeting gray eyes.That strange look.The woman wanted to cry. Across town, Elias sat inside his office.The wedding planner stood near the table holding files. “We need final approval for the venue decorations and guest seating.”No answer. “Mr. King?”Elias looked up. “What?” “The wedding.”He closed the file in front of him. “Cancel today.”The planner blinked. “Again?” “Yes.” “But Miss Clara already invited media for tomorrow’s preview event.”

“This isn’t funny.” Behind us, whispers began spreading through the rows of guests. “What just happened?” “Did she cancel the wedding?” “Oh my God…” The murmurs grew louder with every passing second. Cameras from the press near the back of the cathedral began flashing again. Every single moment was being captured. Perfect. Adam reached for my hand again, his fingers tightening slightly around my wrist. “Stop this,” he muttered quietly so only I could hear. “You’re embarrassing yourself.” I gently pulled my hand away.