Not A Dream Wedding Novels & Stories

But here’s the thing: my near tears had nothing to do with how lovely I looked. No, I was on the verge of tears because this wasn’t my dream come true—it was my nightmare. I wasn’t some dress-loving, wedding-obsessed girl who dreamed of a big white wedding. I’d never even liked dresses. And here I was, about to marry James Nighthawk, the son of our Pack’s Alpha. The next Alpha, to be precise.

“What sort of wedding do you prefer - church, destination, or hotel?” Iris considered his question. What type of wedding did she want for herself? “Umm, a beach wedding on a sun-kissed island with blue waters surrounding me. It would be a lazy, dreamy wedding – ethereal, simple, and tranquil. I hate crowded weddings. So let’s invite our close friends and family only. What about you? What’s your dream wedding like?” Maddox shrugged, having never thought about it. “I love whatever makes you happy. I never expected to get married. So I have no dream wedding. So, do you want a destination wedding on a beach in Europe?”

The system log showed a record of someone copying the file. The next morning, the first floor's TV was only showing entertainment news. Zachary was going to propose to the pregnant Wendy at Imperia's elite circle's charity dinner during the weekend. Wendy was on TV, smiling bashfully at the camera. "I'll be wearing the gorgeous gown I designed myself. It's a surprise for Zack." I stood by the balustrade, my eyes on the garden outside. Zachary was out in the yard, bellowing at his assistant's face at the top of his lungs. "The fireworks aren't bright enough! I want it to be pure gold! Wendy loves that color!"

But I'm wrong because I'm going to marry a man who doesn't love me, and the wedding I want won't happen. Maybe all I could do is say goodbye to my dream wedding.

"Mamma knew a long time ago that Ryder wasn't the one for you. A man who truly wants to marry you doesn't make you wait seven years without a ring. It's not too late to walk away. Everything for the wedding is already in place." "It's in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush." So, in everyone else's eyes, it had always been crystal clear. And for seven years, I had believed his empty promises, letting him string me along. "Mamma, you choose. I don't have a preference. Just keep the ceremony simple." I heard footsteps behind me. Ryder had appeared at some point, and at the word "wedding," his voice turned sharp. "A wedding? What wedding?"

By page twenty-four, she looked angry. “Absolutely not.” “Maya.” “No. This is not a contract. This is a trap with letterhead.” “It’s standard for clients at this level.” “Standard for people who expect to ruin lives and pay invoices afterward.” Lena rubbed her forehead. “It’s one wedding.” “No, it’s not. You said it yourself. This is a merger wearing a veil.” That was the problem. Maya was right.

The cathedral doors opened, and I stepped into my elaborate lie. The aisle stretched impossibly long, lined with strangers in designer suits and couture gowns. I recognized maybe five faces in the sea of people—my family, huddled together in the second row like refugees. Everyone else was Killian's world—business associates, society figures, and what looked like half the city's media contingent, cameras flashing like lightning. This wasn't a wedding. It was a performance. A spectacle designed to convince the world that Killian Hart had found love. And there he stood at the altar, devastating in a black tuxedo that made him look like a dark prince from some twisted fairy tale. His expression

Ben asked. Dream nodded, feeling more comfortable now that Ben was looking to him for advice. "I have a publicist who manages my exposure and lets me know when there are good opportunities to maintain my position in the public's attention. We wanted a little privacy for this wedding so we chose this location. Off-season but still beautiful. Less people here to leak out the story." A short man with a close cropped beard walked over to their table. "Dream! Me and the boys are signing up for ATV riding tomorrow. You in?"

“I was only in tears because my parents aren't here,'' I conclude, stepping away from her. “Oh!” She mutters derisively, not looking convinced by my lie. It isn't completely a lie. Just the half truth. I was sad they weren't here, but I am more saddened by the fact that my dreams of having a beautiful wedding with the man I love in the hope of having beautiful children with him have been shattered. Ours is not a love marriage. It is a marriage of duty. Of need. It's not what we both want. Life doesn't end, does it? I have a lot to gain from this. Not only will I become the wife of one of the richest young men in New York, but I will also have a class of my own.

"Look at yourself Rehan. You're the most eligible bachelor blessed with the perfect look and all the riches. Anyone would die to marry you but still at the age of twenty-seven, you're single. But I am not complaining, I am actually glad that you are single because if anyone deserves to be your wife then it's Mayra, only her." You're not getting Vishal, no one deserves to be the wife of a fucking Nightmare.