My Wedding His Farce Novel Novels & Stories

“You make it sound like I clawed my way up a mountain of corpses.” He leaned against the edge of the bed, eyes trailing over my body. “You kinda did. And you looked dangerous doing it.” I rolled my eyes and slipped off my heels. “Please. All I did was show up in a dress and say ‘I do.’ You’re the one who married a stranger just to shut your family up.” He handed me a glass of champagne. “Touché.” We clinked glasses, and I took a long sip. Then he walked over to the desk and pulled out an envelope sealed with red wax.

she said casually. Damn it. I cursed inside. I had forgotten...Celesta was married to Richard, Dominic Halvourne’s brother. Of course she would invite Marceline. “Move aside. I’m late,” Marceline said, turning toward the parking lot to get her car. “Wait. Let’s go,” I stopped her. I couldn’t let her go alone. That would raise suspicion. People would notice our marriage wasn’t right. She gave me a look of disgust but slid into the car. The driver opened the door for her.

My voice was ice-cold as I declared, "My wedding is not yours to decide!" Then I remembered—just yesterday, I had officially registered my marriage. My marriage certificate was right there, inside my wedding purse. I strode forward, grabbed my bag, and pulled out the document. Flipping it open, I threw it onto the table in front of them. "This is my marriage certificate," I said coldly. "I told you—my husband just hasn't arrived yet." Miles froze, his expression flickering between shock and disbelief before he suddenly burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

Never in my twenty-three years of living, would I have thought my wedding, my sacred day, the day I celebrate once in a lifetime, would turn into a blood-bath action movie. My reception turned out to be an action movie without a cameo from John Wick and probably Tom Cruise. “Let’s get out of here.” Vincenzo wiggled uncomfortably under the table and the blood from his bleeding arm gushed down more, despite my help in trying to stop it. “But…but you’re bleeding. You need to get treated.” I held onto his arm, eyes up at him. Yes. I didn’t want this marriage, but I wouldn’t let him turn me into a widow on my wedding day.

I said, putting my hand over my chest to keep my gown from slipping down. I was expecting him to apologize for his actions. "This isn't a love story in which I tease you, blow your back, and give you butterfly kisses. Because I am forced into this marriage, I am the anti-hero of your story in real life "He screamed as he turned me around. "I, too, am forced to attend this wedding, but that doesn't mean we can't try to communicate politely," I tried to persuade him. "This is our wedding night..." My eyes widened and I chewed my cheek very hard to keep from saying anything else.

Chapter 19 Francesca's POV. This had to be the eeriest ride I'd ever been on in my life, and I hated it. After the chaos that happened at the wedding, the wedding could not continue as it was supposed to. Every participant had found their exit to save their life, both the audience and the pastor. Was it safe to say that I technically wasn't married to Enzo? I looked over to him, and I didn't know whether to be surprised or feel insulted. It was barely four hours since the wedding, and there he was, his head buried in work on his laptop.

By the time Finn Wheeler explained that it was only a bet, the crowd had already been laughing for a while. The teasing was sharp, shrill enough to feel like it was piercing straight through my eardrums. “Tsk, Ruth. Betting on you isn’t even worth the losses. Can you use that useless brain of yours for once?” “This is hilarious. You actually fantasize about Finn marrying you?” That sense of humiliation was far too familiar. Almost instinctively, I clenched the fabric of my wedding dress, my fingers digging in so hard it hurt.

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

Dante stumbled backward, his gaze hollow as he stared at the hotel entrance in utter disbelief. The wedding had been canceled. "Ms. Ford canceled the wedding herself," the hotel employee added quietly. Maria's expression turned icy at once. She questioned Dante, "What's going on? Today's the wedding day, but where is she? Didn't you say that everything had already been arranged?" Dante's throat was all clammed up. It took him a while to squeeze out the words, "I don't know…"

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.