My Wedding His Farce Novel Novels & Stories

“You’re all ridiculous.” Jenna gave me a teasing look. “Says the one who got married while we were away.” Nicole gasped dramatically. “Right! We left you broke and single, and now you’re Mrs. Billionaire.” Liv raised an eyebrow as the waiter returned, setting down a tray with their drinks. She reached for her mimosa, taking a slow sip. “Did we even approve this wedding?” I rolled my eyes. “No, but I deeply regret not waiting for your royal blessing.”

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

"Brianna, you wouldn't believe how cheap Francis is, trying to act all high and mighty! "His wedding spread was just bread and watermelon. Seriously? That bread even smelled stale! "I forked over a fat envelope, and this is what I got? Even slaves got a better deal than his guests! You dodged a bullet divorcing that guy!" It did not stop there. His groomsmen were a bunch of clowns, heckling the bridesmaids without a shred of decency. Francis and Chloe just sneered, accusing the bridesmaids of not being able to take a joke, making mountains out of molehills.

His sharp gaze shifted to Sebastian, who smiled in return. “Grandfather, I’m a gentleman,” Sebastian replied, feigning an exaggerated look of offense. “Don’t you believe in the man you raised?” The older man chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. The atmosphere lightened, and the dinner continued with cheerful conversation. When Older Mr. Ashford announced he was retiring for the night, Sebastian stood to escort him to his room, leaving Kaira alone with the rest of the family. “So, tell me,” Caleb’s wife, Stella, began with a venomous glare, “how exactly did you convince Sebastian to marry you?”

Madam Farwell sat in the living room, trying futilely to relax with a novel. Her fingers trembled slightly against the pages, her jaw tense. Ever since Ethan announced his wedding, a storm had brewed beneath her polished demeanor. To her, it wasn’t a celebration. It was a catastrophe in a white dress. Her fleeting sense of tranquility shattered when a maid tiptoed in and announced, “The young master is here, Madam.” Startled, Madam Farwell snapped her book shut. Her eyes narrowed. He better not have brought that woman with him. The sound of two sets of footsteps echoed down the hallway. She didn’t even wait to see who it was.

“You're serious.” “Completely.” “You want British chips at our wedding?” “I want good chips at our wedding.” “What else?” He looked at the planner. “Mini sausage rolls.” I burst out laughing. He looked at me. “What?” “You're trying to turn our wedding into a British pub.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “You've already chosen Beef Wellington and sausage rolls.” “And chips.” “Exactly.” He looked completely unapologetic. “People will appreciate them.” Mrs. Bennett was now visibly trying not to laugh.

" I hate the fact that I'm being forced to do something I never imagined myself doing. I have to do it though, because if I don't, my Grandfather would surely look for someone even worse than Vivian. At least, Vivian is cute, and kind of funny, so I can manage her. My Grandfather invited his useless friends and some of the company's business partners. He also invited some people from the press and some of his whores. The wedding was filled with his people, it felt like he was the one getting married and not me and Vivian. “So...we are finally married." Vivian whispers in my back, startling me. I forgot I am not the only one in the room.

Scarlett dropped by once, and she lifted the dark cloud over Evelyn's head with one light sentence, "but I'd appreciate it very much if you could show a little more faith in me." Scarlett left before Evelyn could understand, and later when Evelyn realized Scarlett was talking about the note Scarlett left herself, Evelyn burst into laughter in the room alone, and that led to a rumor-- The bride was actually more excited about the wedding than the wedding-obsessed Alpha because rumor has it that she would sit in front of her wedding dress alone and laugh like crazy! No matter how Evelyn stalled and how Raymond rushed, the wedding day was in the end there. Everything went according to Raymond's