Not A Dream Wedding Novels & Stories

Deep down, she aspired to become a renowned wedding dress designer, creating breathtaking gowns that would transform brides into ethereal beings on their special day. Ever since she was a young girl, Rita had been captivated by the artistry and elegance of wedding dresses. She spent countless hours sketching her own designs, meticulously adding intricate details to her creations. It was her dream to one day wear a wedding dress of her own design, walking down the aisle to marry the love of her life. However, the reality of her relationship with Jaden was far from what she had envisioned. Their union had been born out of a contract rather than love. Jaden had approached her with a proposal th

“But I’ve always dreamed of a destination wedding. On a beach, just close family and friends. No big dress. Hell, I’d get married in a bathing suit and run into the ocean afterward as a benediction if I could.” I laugh, instantly picturing my uptight brother in board shorts and flip-flops. It’s hilarious. And oddly perfect. “I just want it to be about the people I love,” she continues. “No offense, but your wedding was a fucking monstrosity. All those people. The amount of money spent on one day. It was beautiful, but…” “Oh girl,” I snort, “I had nothing to do with that. That was all Emilia and Papà. I think the only thing I got to pick was the wedding gown.”

Adele~ “So, when is the wedding?” Sarah waggled her brows suggestively. “Or should I say second wedding?” I dropped my head to the table with a groan. “There is no wedding! Not even a date… not a real one anyway.” Sarah gasped again – this time with a dramatic flair worthy of an Oscar. “Not a real one? So there was a fake one?” “Okay, that’s not what I meant.” I sat up, glaring at both of them. “You two are impossible.”

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

I only wanted to cherish the stability I had now. Three months later, Matteo and I held a warm, intimate wedding. There were no crowds of guests, only family and close friends from both sides. I wore a white wedding gown and walked down the aisle on Papa's arm, step by step, toward Matteo, who was waiting for me. He stood at the end of the church aisle, his gaze tender and resolute. "I do." When the priest asked, I answered without hesitation, my voice clear and firm. Matteo held my hand tightly and whispered in my ear, "From now on, I'll spend my life protecting you and the child, giving you both happiness."

"No, it's not like that. It's just my feeling. Madam Amaya has set our wedding for eight days, and that's too short a time for me. I won't have time to do everything I want for my wedding." "Mom, are you worried the wedding concept won't be what you want?" Jonathan asked. "It's not like that," Noreen muttered. "Every woman has a dream about her wedding. I understand that the man I'm marrying is no ordinary man and there are traditions to uphold, but..." "What's your dream wedding, Mom?" Jonathan asked seriously. "I want a simple wedding, with everyone I care about present and giving their blessings. If possible, it could be on the beach, with casual but respectful attire, delicious food and

Similarly, when Ken shows up on weekends, I know there's no way I'm getting out of this wedding without killing him or him getting killed. There was a problem with everything at this wedding. First, the minister who had to officiate the marriage left when he realized the groom had run away. The second I realized Ken had run away, I sent everyone out, the caterers, guests, photographers, the flower girl, Ken's family, and friends. In addition, Ken's mother has taken the wedding rings with her. Usually, the wedding rings were the bridegroom's responsibility and the maid of honor. Ken's mother insisted on keeping it with her for some odd reason until the wedding processional started. There is n

Here I was, standing in the rain outside the theater, worried that he might have gotten into an accident of some kind. Meanwhile, he and his beloved secretary Jenny were watching a concert from their seats in the VIP section. As the chilly rainwater splashed against my face, I felt my heart and body both turning to ice. Just then, Mom sent me a message saying that the wedding had been set for two weeks from now. She also said I could delay it if it felt too rushed. However, I replied to her, "It's fine. Let's keep it as it is." The heavy rainstorm caused traffic congestion all over the city. Even after ages, I couldn't hail a cab. At long last, Isaac called, asking, "Why aren't you at home?"

"Today is Emma and I's wedding ceremony, why are you trying to steal the limelight? Do you want to hold the ceremony with me on behalf of Emma? I tell you it's impossible! It can only be done in a year!" "I advise you to take off these fancy things and put on the cloak, otherwise what will others think?" I looked at his condescending look and just found it funny: "Jonah, are you so self-indulgent? When did I ever say I would marry you today?" Jonah looked down on my words and showed his sharp canine teeth. "Don't be stubborn, Harper. You’ve been in love with me for so many years?" "You are speaking angrily now but be careful not to lose face later."

Ah, you don't know okay. PS: I really couldn't sleep no matter how hard I closed my eyes, so I looked like an addict bride. "Pfft, the size of his eye bags is because he didn't sleep." _ Dear diary, I'm sad now because Ken and I didn't even kiss and what's even sadder is that my dream wedding was in a big church and there were a lot of people, the fancy one, the really gorgeous one. The dress I was wearing earlier was simple and beautiful, Mommy chose it, in fact I prefer the wedding dress that was next to the one chosen by mommy.