No I Do Not Love The Groom Novels & Stories

I have been best friends with the bride for two years and quiet sure am the best she ever had apart from the groom and l must admit that l have a lot of memories with her. I remember when we just met, we could dream about our future wedding like those in fairytale books with a prince charming. But am yet to believe that today's wedding surpress the dream one. , Also she never liked relationships and hunger outs that much. I had to beg her to accompany me to the concert of Keron Underwood who is now her groom. Interesting right? And on the same day they met each other. Am thankful to God that l somehow played a role in this beautiful union.

I had been so occupied with learning how to walk and dance properly ‘cause well, I couldn’t dance for thirty seconds straight without stepping on my partner's feet and the last thing I wanted was for my groom to end up with a broken toe on our wedding day. “No.” He replied. I half glanced at him. “Why not?” “Apparently they don’t do that here. They believe our commitment is to God to care for one another.” He explained and I felt an instant wave of relief wash over me. I almost thought I was going to mess things up if I had to come up with an unrehearsed vow in front of everyone.

I gasped unintentionally at the change of heart and I must confess that makes me happy. “I love you, too.” I weakly smiled. 6:15 came and went. 6:45 came and went. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was wrong, but I had to leave my groom at the altar.

I shuddered with fear and lightened my pace. - I loved your wedding, guys - I began to speak so as not to get so bored and above all to annoy you - Have your parents accepted yours? At the wedding everything was a bit uncomfortable, especially when they asked who was the bride and who was the groom, although that was clear - I smirked and left them frozen on the stairs, still holding hands - I hope Matty remains the same of tender. I love your cat. I hope that as long as you're in the Caribbean celebrating your love, you'll remember the two of us - I stood at the door of the building. - Come?- My innocent voice made G look at me in a not very pleasant way

********** We reached the wedding hall and father escorted me to my groom who was standing in front of us beside the priest. I looked at him intensely and my eyes teared up again. The groom was not the one I was to be married with today. He was the substitute of Ryan. He was Ashton whom I just despised in past. But now I despise him the most. I was shaking so badly. It took all my will power to keep me standing. My feets went numb with the fear that I will be married to a stranger whom I met only in bad circumstances... moreover I had angried him that day in the jewelry shop. Who knows what kind of revenge will he take on me.

“So that’s it then, I’m a cow to be sold to be sold to him? And if a higher bidder appears before I make it to the altar?” “Then you’ll have a new groom, but don’t think that I will hesitate to ruin your friend if you fail me.” "I can't believe you're doing this." Tears trailed down my face, staining my makeup. "The choice is yours." He extended his crooked elbow for me to hold. For the second time that day I walked down the aisle and when I came face to face with my current groom, I made him a vow of my own. “I will marry you, but I’ll never be a wife to you, I’ll never love you.”

It wasn’t only that I didn’t love him, for fuck’s sake I didn’t even know who my supposed groom was “Father will be furious, this is ridiculous Roseline, why didn’t you say so earlier? You’re acting strange right now.” She asked with disappointment and confusion written all over her face. "I…I just couldn’t bring myself to.” I thought about crying to make it more dramatic, but I wasn’t that good of an actor. “I thought maybe I could do it, but as the day drew closer, realization dawned on me. It will only be torture for me, Anna, do you want to see me go through that? A loveless union?” I turned away from her, sniffling and groaning.

He managed to say as I threw him a deadly glare before composing myself. I'm only doing this due to my dad's wish and health condition and not what my mom is thinking. And there's possibly no way I'll let mom prove this marriage is for my own good and the lady didn't what is coming her way with these marriage. Fiona Pov I couldn’t really see my groom's face closely until my dad and I got closer to the altar and that's when it drowned on me. I wasn’t just getting married to a billionaire alone but to a handsome god in human disguise.

He watches me walk toward him without smiling. My father puts my hand in his and goes back to sit down. The groom's hand is ice cold. Actually ice cold. I almost pull away but I don't. I keep the fake smile on. The priest says words I didn't really pay attention to. All I said was "I do" even though every part of me is screaming not to. He says "I do" like he didn't really care either. The priest tells him to kiss me and he leans down and kisses my forehead. Not my lips. Just my forehead. Like I wasn't he's already.

It was not what I wished for either, but I would never be rude. I felt the heavy gaze of Hunter upon me as we stand in front of the gazebo, a frown forming upon his face, and I knew in that instant that he was not going to act as a groom normally may, so I did as he requested and stepped slowly into the gazebo. I slowly make my way across the short distance to the wedding officant who is smiling warmly at us, as Hunter strides confidently there not even once waiting for me, nor looking toward me. Before he now appears to plaster what looks like an awfully fake smile onto his handsome face as he looks back out towards his pack, and across the many people here to watch us wed. I anxiously adju