My Wedding His Farce Novel Novels & Stories

“Obviously it worked. I stopped breathing. No, this was a joke, a horrible joke, it just had to be. I tried not to, but my mind scrambled desperately through memories. Our wedding, my dress, the vows, the papers we signed, the certificate framed in our room. Marcus spoke again, his voice pulling me back to the present. “And Diane?”

Wedding is the most important part in one's life .A girl always dreams about her prince that will come and take her away to his paradise by making the girl his queen . But here it was all different .Kiara was finding her wedding not less than a worst nightmare . She never thought in her dreams that one day she would be married to a person without her will and moreover by blackmailing the namesake of her family and friends . The Khan mansion was decorated beautifully. Each corner of the Khan mansion was decorated with lights and was full beaming in its glory. The smiles were never disappearing from the family members' faces .

“Did the bride show up fashionably late or unfashionably not at all?” “Unfashionably not at all. Family emergency apparently.” “Ah. The classic wedding week excuse.” “You think she was lying?” “I think that groom looked like a man facing execution, which suggests the bride is either having second thoughts or they’re both trapped.” He took a bite of his sandwich. “My money’s on trapped.” “I don’t know. Both?” “Mm. Classic wealthy people wedding.” I snorted softly. “You say that like you’re not one of them.”

We all nearly died on that flight, so it's worth celebrating. I thought about it for a long time before I finally agreed. It would be my way of closing the book on this pathetic marriage and this pathetic friendship. At the banquet, Dominic was working the room with a bottle in one hand and Cara's wrist locked in the other, dragging her along from table to table. It looked exactly like the night Cara and I made the rounds at our own wedding. Every mocking, pitying glance in the room landed on me. "A near-fatal plane crash, and what comes out of it? Two people who were actually in love the whole time. Who knew that couple's account was run by Cara and Dominic?"

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.

The twins tumbled into the room, each excited. “Amelie! Look, I got all my spellings correct today!” Harriet shouted. “And I finished my food!” Harrison announced gleefully. Almost at the same time, they noticed Seb in the kitchen and their mouths dropped open. ”Who is this handsome man?” Harriet asked. “Shh,” Harry countered. Both adults chuckled at the twins’ playfulness. “Harriet, Harrison, this is Sebastian. He's going to be my husband.” She decided to just drop the news.

Just how majority of the people seemed to brush over the fact that the wedding cards and invites said Henry and Charlotte while it was Claire and Henry who seemed to be getting married. How could they not know that she was Claire! It Charlotte! The only good thing about the wedding was the endless supply of wine, Claire decided. She was on her fifth glass already and her new husband seemed content to brood and let her drink. If he was displeased about her drinking, he certainly made no comment.

The headline read: “Hartwell Heir Marries Another Woman on the Day of Their Wedding, While His Ex-Fiancée Flees Into The Arms Of His Billionaire Uncle.” The internet was already turning my deepest heartbreak into a cheap public scandal. I was completely shocked. First, I was left behind at the church by my fiancé on our wedding day, and now, a scandal? I sighed deeply, wishing I could just melt away. The humiliation felt way bigger than I could handle.

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.”

He tried to step in to break them apart, but the two feral women shoved him aside, and even his tuxedo was torn in the struggle. In the end, the wedding turned into nothing but a farce, and my only wish was for the curtains to finally fall on this pathetic show.