My Wedding His Farce Novel Novels & Stories

At one point, Ethan leaned slightly toward her. “You’re quiet.” “I’m learning.” “About the wedding?” “About the war disguised as dinner.” His mouth twitched. “You noticed.” “It’s hard not to.” Across the table, Nicholas watched them. Alexander did too. Lady Beatrice set down her wine glass. “Miss Hart.” Lena turned. “Yes, Lady Beatrice?” “Why does the success of this wedding matter so much to you?” There it was. The question seemed simple. It was not. Even the staff appeared to disappear more quietly.

Yvonne and Samuel, however, looked like bedraggled refugees. In addition, the bride-to-be looked miserable, making it clear she wasn't getting married by choice. Yet, regardless of what they were thinking, the staff did their jobs and processed the marriage certificate. They were even forced to take a photo to celebrate that moment. That was easily the most hideous and strange thing they had ever seen in the city hall. Upon hearing from the chauffeur that Yvonne and Samuel had gotten their marriage certificate, I felt a surge of satisfaction, as if a mischievous scheme had worked perfectly. However, this particular scheme would haunt them for as long as they lived.

If this wedding fell apart again, she would become the laughingstock of the entire city—beyond redemption. She gritted her teeth, her gaze flickering uncertainly toward Chase. However, Chase acted as though he hadn't noticed her turmoil. Still holding her arm, he turned toward the crowd with a broad, radiant smile and declared, "Thank you all for coming to celebrate my wedding with Selene today. I know many of you must be wondering why the groom isn't Mr. Jace Schreiber."

The wedding day dawned bright and cheerful, with a fresh, crisp air that filled the lungs with joy. The scent of blooming flowers and newly cut grass wafted through the grounds, creating a sweet and inviting aroma. Who would have thought that Emily was going to be marrying the man she had mistakenly kissed at a bar when she was sober? Emily, resplendent in her stunning white wedding gown, beamed with happiness as she prepared to walk down the aisle. Her mother, seated in a wheelchair, smiled proudly, her eyes shining with tears of joy.

“Seems I am to marry after all. I wonder how Nicky will react when I tell her about my marriage to a stranger(Sighs deeply)” I stood at the altar close to the smiling priest, he seemed more happy than the bride. Who is the bride? I guess it's me. Am I really getting married? Should I call the police saying they are forcing me to get married? Fiona will kill me if I make a fuse today. It was 11.am already but there was no guest. So called wedding day without a single guest? The Church's big door opened and a man entered and he held the door wider for the second man. The second man was the rude man that I met in the restroom.

People were already placing their silent bets—who had won, and who had lost. And now that the topic had turned to "husbands", well— Grace’s husband had left for Australia just two weeks after their wedding—Sixteen and a half hours away by flight, on the other side of the world. Lasted nearly two years. A marriage in name only.

Was he pitiful or simply foolish? After the Honeymoon Everything about Alden's marriage felt like a cruel joke, akin to a tragic film abruptly cut short. It had barely showcased the opening act before rushing to an unceremonious end, leaving no time for a proper middle. The story's progression was either unnecessarily convoluted or simply not worth delving into. It was too dismal to watch and too brief to rival the lengthy arcs of a multi-season drama. The newlyweds hadn't even experienced the trials and tribulations of married life before they were forced into a hasty separation. The entire situation stemmed from a tragedy that seemed preordained—primarily due to human choices, with a touch

What was supposed to be a wedding of the town was now the talk of the town. “ Martins…Why are you doing this to your nephew and with her…” Claire looked at me with so much shock in her eyes. “ What am I doing? I came here because you gave me an invite and we felt it was right to clear the narrative that my beautiful fiancee was dead, What's wrong with that?” Martins smirked crossing his hands around his shoulder. “ OHh Nelly! You didn't think I would want to ruin your wedding did you?” “ Carina! You brat…” Nelly stood up, She rushed to slap me and I held her hands and pushed her back.

I sneered and turned back to my room. He wanted a wedding? In his dreams. A homewrecker would always be a homewrecker. On the day of the wedding, the banquet hall was packed with guests. I went too and stood on the second floor. Many of the guests had already heard rumors. But when they saw Vivian helping organize the wedding, they still came. “Maya Winter is something else. Her husband just died, and now she’s marrying another rich, handsome man.” “The dead one couldn’t compare to this one anyway.”

I wanted to, but the tears would not come. Instead, I opened my laptop and looked at my manuscript. The book I was writing, the one that was supposed to be my best one yet. It was about a woman who faked her own death and started a new life somewhere nobody knew her name. I had thought it was fiction when I started writing it. Now I was not so sure. The next few days were a blur of Eulalie's laughter and Cassian's smiles and the slow, creeping realization that my marriage was over. Not that it had ever really been a marriage but then again that was being taken away from me.