Novel & Cerita No I Do Not Love The Groom

I just didn’t want to waste time. Siren circled me to straighten my bow tie. “You, as a groom? Now that’s not something I get to see every day.” I grunted listlessly in response. The last wedding I had attended was my father’s when he and Meghan’s mother got married. I had vowed never to set foot into a wedding setting. Yet here I was, getting married. “I’ll miss you.” She purred, pulling me out of my thoughts. “We both know it’s not me you are going to miss.”

I inquired, puzzled by his expression. "I thought you were going to show me the dress you were selecting," he said, his tone filled with curiosity. I offered a small smile and explained, "Well, I know this isn't the wedding we all had in mind, but it's happening nonetheless. I want to honor some of the traditions and one of them is that the groom can't see the bride's wedding dress before the wedding." Understanding dawned in Sebastian's eyes, and he nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, I respect that.”

I refuse to cover them up, I will wear them proudly and show the world what my father does to me behind closed doors. I get ready for my wedding day alone. No makeup artist, no hairstylists, nothing. No reception, no family—just a quick church ceremony. No photographer, no flowers, no bridesmaids. I slip into the wedding gown and style my hair. I do not wear the wedding veil; I want my face to be seen. I am ready to embrace what lies ahead in my future.

I slowly understood: real love didn't force you to make yourself small. It didn't demand you to be grateful for the occasional warmth. Real love made you feel safe. Because you were seen clearly, simply by being there. We married. A small ceremony. No vampire nobility, no appraising stares, no whispered cruelty. Just the gallery owner, a few friends, and a spring garden in full bloom. I wore a white dress I'd designed myself. I carried a bunch of soft pink roses. Adrian waited under the flower arch. When he saw me, his eyes went immediately red.

“I heard worse. I heard he has nothing. No job, no money. The family name is all he has and even that has a stain on it.” “A stain how?” A pause, loaded and deliberate. “His mother was never married to the father. You understand what I am saying.” Nora’s hands stilled on the tray. She looked across the compound to where the groom’s family was seated — a small group of people who had arrived quietly, dressed well but not lavishly, speaking little. The groom himself she had only seen once, briefly, at the engagement party three months ago. He had sat still and straight in his chair and said exactly what was required of him and nothing more. She had thought him cold then. Reserved. She had not

she adds and my whole face starts burning. This can’t be happening. There’s just no way that I am actually looking forward to the fake honeymoon. “The groom is waiting,” Hunter whispers just before the piano plays and we walk down the aisle. I don’t bother looking at the guest, who are here in numbers. I bet none of them know me or Leo. I roll my eyes when I hear whistling from my men. Like Hunter, they are taking this too serious for my liking. As beautiful as this wedding is, it’s still fake and will be strapped as soon as we get back home. I lift my eyes up to the altar and see Luca’s boy and Owen with huge grins on their faces. I hesitate before my eyes move to the man in a perfect black

No matter what, I'll always love you. Then I let it out. "I do" I heard a sign of relief from my side after I said this. I rolled my eyes. Of course she is relieved. I didn't say I don't thanks to the conditions I was putted in. We exchanged rings and vows which I didn't recite well cause I didn't rehearse it and I don't give a damn. She recited hers well and all through the process I didn't spare a glance at her. "By the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife"

But then, he struck again. Seizing the microphone, my uncle addressed the guests with a malicious smirk. “Friends and family, it pains me to announce that the groom will no longer be joining us this evening. It seems he's realized that our dear Eden here was never worthy of his love in the first place.” The room was plunged into a silence so thick, I could almost feel it pressing against my skin. I felt a hundred pairs of eyes boring into me, their pity and scorn like daggers in my heart.

White roses and ribbons untouched. But on the ground, crushed petals were scattered like debris after rain. Staff carried speakers out. Servers pushed empty carts, moving fast. I opened the door. There were no cheers, no congratulations—only low whispers drifting like dust. “…It’s over.” “That fast?” “The groom isn’t Henry Jones.” “It’s the one from the White family.”

“Layla, you know I love you so much, right? You know I have never stopped loving you even before you married him, I let you go once and I am letting you go again just because I love you so very much and I need you to be happy.” “What are you saying?” “Seeing you happy makes my heart very happy, it hurts to bid goodbye to the one you love so much just to let her be with another, I guess I am one big fool to do that right? I wish you a happy life with him Layla, I know you still love Nate and what you two have is what I always wished to have with someone’s daughter one day, true love, I am stepping down as your groom, your new groom is here.”