Novel & Cerita No I Do Not Love The Groom

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

Hand-stitched. I chose it because Marcus said he liked simplicity. “I understand,” I say. She nods once, relieved. Good. Then I step forward, closer to the edge of the altar so everyone can see my face. “Thank you all for coming,” I say into the microphone. A murmur ripples again. “This wedding is cancelled.” No tremble.No tears. “Apparently,” I continue, “the groom has prior commitments.” A few nervous laughs. Quickly swallowed. Marcus’s mother stiffens.

The lace of my dress all so suddenly felt suffocatingky tight and my palm moistened with sweats from the internal volcano erupting within me. Isn’t the groom supposed to be waiting for the bride?” Someone whispered from the sidelines,” The murmurs were small and hushed at first, but then it broke into entire audible conversation between guests with each Walk i took. “Dad….” I took a deep breath saying, “the groom,—,” my voice trembled, “he’s not present.” “He will be here soon. Just put a smile on your face.” He said, tightening my arm around his, his Rigid posture

My ivory gown, with its intricate lace and pearl embellishments, had been custom-made, and I felt like a princess in it. "Nervous, sweetheart?" my father asked, placing a comforting hand on my arm. I was about to respond when I heard the master of ceremonies announce, "And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our handsome groom, Mr. Liam White!" The crowd erupted in applause, but as seconds ticked by, there was no sign of Liam. The applause gradually died down, replaced by murmurs of confusion. The master of ceremonies tried to maintain his composure, making light of the "small delay," but as the minutes passed, even he began to look concerned.

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.

He looked even more handsome in his red and white wedding fit. From the beginning to the end of the procession I stayed quiet. I stood before Adrian but I wasn’t looking at him. The vicar went on and on about some bullshit. The vows were obviously skipped. We barely knew each other. The last thing we had to say were declarative words of love. When it came to the ‘I dos’, I felt my heart break as I robotically said it. It was time for the kiss. Adrian lifted the veil and I finally stared up at him.

**Isabella's POV** The organ swelled like it was trying to rip my heart out through my ribcage. Every step down that endless marble aisle felt like walking the plank. Five hundred pairs of eyes burned into me, but I only saw one face. Alexander Knight. My groom. The man who, twenty minutes ago, had been balls-deep in my maid of honor.

This wasn't about societal expectations or flashy displays; it was about a love story that defied odds, a love that found its own path. The ceremony was simple yet heartfelt. We spoke our vows, not with scripted pronouncements, but with raw emotion and a shared commitment to building a future together. Tears streamed down my face as I pledged my love, not to the heir of a fallen empire but to the man who challenged me, supported me, and loved me fiercely despite the world's scrutiny. When the ceremony concluded, and "I do" echoed through the clearing, a sense of relief washed over me. We were finally married, not as pawns in a game of power, but as two souls bound by a love that had weathere

Unfortunately for Travis, I had no desire to open the wedding invitation. "Aren't you going to take a look?" Travis asked in disbelief. I shook my head while wearing an indifferent expression. Earlier, right after I finished eating dinner, I noticed that Victoria had posted a new update on her social media account. She had posted a photo of the new wedding invitation. The groom's name was Travis Somerson. Meanwhile, she intentionally censored the bride's name. Only the last name "Somerson" was vaguely visible while the first name was blurred out.

When the emcee stood on stage and asked whether she would marry me, a faint sense of nervousness crept into my heart, and I could not stop myself from looking toward Celia Winters' first love, Shane Quinn, who was sitting in the audience. The confident smile on his face added a hint of gloom to my heart. It was not until Celia said "I do" that I finally let out a sigh of relief. However, she soon said, "I have a song that I want to dedicate to my groom."