No I Do Not Love The Groom Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just like I am. Everything is set for my wedding except for one thing. Or rather one person. The groom. Vow kai Sinclair. The one I am betrothed to. I look down from where I stand and lock eyes with my mother. She blinks, telling me not to cry. I gulp. Fighting back my tears. Telling me not to cry in a situation like this is making me want to cry. How could Vok do this to me? I thought these things only happen in movies. Now here I am standing in the garden filled with people, without my groom. How do I stand the embarrassment?

Apurva and Tia who were there with Radhika for marriage rituals were startled by the groom’s sudden mood change and Radhika’s crying. Vihaan and Suruchi were about to get up but before that, the groom got up and left the mandap. He yelled as loud as he could, “ I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE TO ALL OF YOU BUT THIS MARRIAGE WILL NOT HAPPEN NOW. SO YOU ALL CAN LEAVE.”

But as I walked down the altar, unlike in soap opera, the groom wasn't standing by the right hand side waiting patiently for me with a huge smile on his face, and in addition to what had me stressed out was neither were the best men, except only one of them, Marcus, who looked as dumbfounded as I was but masked it up with a smile. His parents and sisters didn't like me too much, and I wondered why. Maybe it was because we had gotten engaged in a span of only a year after knowing each other, or what could it be? Gabriel never provided an answer whatsoever. So it was no wonder they didn't seem to care too much as I walked down the altar with no groom and alone…without my parents present. Nothi

It hurts that he loves others unconditionally, but I can only get his love when I let him exploit me. He doesn’t deserve to walk me down the aisle. But I don't have any father figure in my life who can do that. Without a ward, I lace my arm in his and turn towards the entrance. The doors open. My heart beat skyrockets. The hall is filled with top dignitaries in the city. Their eyes turn towards me. Everyone is here to watch me get married to a man I feel nothing for. I keep my gaze forward, focusing on the groom at the end of the aisle.

I indifferently said. Christopher's face twisted—first red, then white. He hurled the rose back at me like garbage. "Have you had enough, Scarlett?" Anthony scowled as he charged toward me. "The wedding's on Sunday. If you're planning to make a scene again in front of all these people, don't blame me if I cancel it."

“Babe, calm down. You’re thinking too far ahead. This isn’t about Andrew or you falling in love. It’s for the wedding, period. Nothing more.” I blinked at her. “You mean… that all this? Him paying for dresses, the hair, the nails, all the shopping… it’s just for the wedding?”. “Well, whatever it is, I don’t care. All I know is I’m not falling in love with him.” She grinned and gave a little laugh. “Exactly. Let’s see how it goes then. I’ll be here watching everything, front-row seats. And don’t worry, I’m not running away.”

How could it possibly be worn out any further? In the past, I would've been so upset about the fact that he misunderstood me that I would go for days without being able to eat or sleep properly. But now, I was able to get over it quickly. I continued to go through the wedding details Mom sent me. Before setting my phone aside, I checked my social media updates, only to find that Isaac, who never ever posted on Instagram, just did. There was a photo of Jenny as well as their wedding invitation, along with the caption, "With how incredible you are, I have to marry you to make sure I won't lose you."

D's PoV Ravi came to me! Me and my mom were sitting on the bed in the groom's room. He said "Hello! I know you must be cursing us right now! But trust me, my brother doesn’t really know what love is! The relationship that he had with Smirthi is not love! He thought it was love! And I can assure you that my brother has not crossed any limits with her." Wow! What does that suppose to mean? No D, Don’t get distracted. Be strong in your refusal. No one can force you into this wedding.

I muttered, walking into the car. The doctor nodded before giving me a warm smile. “You probably want your mother to be present at the wedding, don't you?” My chest tightened, turning the next breath into a struggle. It would have been natural for me to want my mom to be at my wedding, but my situation was painfully different. This wasn't going to be a real marriage. There was no love between us, no affection, no true commitment. Not to mention that my mother would have surely disapproved of my choice of husband.

Then she spoke in a voice that was barely audible, "Do you hate me?" "No," I said. "But I don't love you. My heart is taken by someone else." Cara let out a soft breath. "And the bond?" "We do it tonight," I said. She turned her face back toward me, slowly. "Just like that?" "I don't want a ceremony," I said to her. "No flowers. No witnesses. No vows. Just the mark." My wolf snarled deep in my throat once more. He hated all of this. But he knew we had no other choice.