No I Do Not Love The Groom Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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."

"Excuse me?" "It's a common mistake in these arrangements. One person develops feelings, expectations change, things become complicated." His expression is carefully neutral. "I'm telling you now—I won't love you. I can't. It's not personal, it's just how I'm built. So save yourself the heartbreak and don't try." The words should hurt. Maybe they do. But I'm so numb from the past week that I just feel hollow. "I understand," I hear myself say. "Good." He opens the door for me. "The wedding is at two PM, St. Catherine's Church. Try to look happy in the photos. My father is particular about image."

It didn’t look like I had any matters to resolve, instead, it was all love. The slow music of Ave Marie started playing as I graced the altar and it was then I finally paid attention to the groom, who was on a clean black tux. He looked rich with his hair gelled down and packed into a small bun, chiseled jaw, tall, and like every woman’s dream. I found myself smiling, progressing toward him until I grasped it was Devin. I was getting married to Devin and not James? What the hell was happening?

"I won't stop you after the wedding tomorrow. Please, don't go. My parents don't believe the Don will marry me. If you walk away, they'll sell me to that bastard who tortured his three wives to death! "If you insist on leaving, you'll need to run me over first! In any case, I might as well be dead. If you don't want me, I'll have to marry that bastard." Lorenzo's hands tightened around the steering wheel, the veins on the backs of them bulging. After a long while, he let his hands fall. On the day of the wedding, the motorcade rolled toward the church. The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased.

Just as Lisa finished I shook my head. As much as I hate them, I really don't want to see her personally "Thank you but I'm not interested" Just as I finished, the bell at the corner of the hall rang to show that it's time for the Bride and the groom to show up. "See, There is no need for us to go there at all" I pointed to the stage and watched as the wedding Ceremony and traditions proceeded. "She really put a lot of effort in her look, But I still can't find out the reason why Maxwell fell in love with someone like that" Lisa muttered.