Novel Not A Dream Wedding Novels & Stories

“No one is getting me annoyed, Rena. I know you're the troublesome type, but just keep it to yourself. Now let's stop talking about me, what about you? You're getting too happy these days,” Rena grinned at me, showing off her ring finger at me. “That's because I'm going to get married to Nate soon!!!” She announced and I was befuddled. “What?” She flaunted her hair, “Yes, and I can't wait.” She squealed and I smiled wholeheartedly. “Well, I can't wait to be godmother,” I teased, and she shot me a dagger glare. “Godmother my foot,” She rolled her eyes and I snickered.

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.

Not with him. I exhaled, “ Fine,” he smirked, “ keep your partners but it should private— I don't want to be tagged a fool twice for not knowing about my husband's affair,” Husband… a word I never imagined calling Kaden Petrović. I moved to the next line. “ And the date nights every Friday? Is that necessary?” “ Very…” He drawled, “ We're a couple. We should at least act like it.” I hated that he right so I didn't push it.

I stood beneath the old locust tree that hadn’t changed in ten years, five cold metal boxes cradled in my hands. I felt like a complete joke. A gust of wind swept past, stirring a few fallen leaves and chilling me to the bone. Turns out, in some corner I knew nothing about, another woman’s turmoil had been buried all along. And my fiancé’s unspoken regret. His greatest regret was that he couldn’t give her a wedding. What about me?

That wedding was not the typical wedding where the protagonists danced their hearts out. That wedding was not the typical wedding where the guests could smell the love of the newlyweds a mile away because the truth was that it had not been a typical wedding and much less would it be a typical marriage full of love. As soon as Crystal was taken out of the wedding by her grandfather's men after she found out what had happened, Crystal arrived at the hotel where they were supposed to make people believe they would spend their first wedding night.

I felt a sudden lump form in my throat. Dream wedding. If someone had asked me that question years ago, I would have described a small, intimate garden wedding — one filled with classical music and flowers, surrounded by loved ones. I had pictured myself walking down the aisle as delicate flower petals were sprinkled before me with soft music playing in the background. But that was before everything fell apart. Before Kevin, before the mess I’d made of my life. Now, I was planning a wedding for all the wrong reasons. A marriage that felt more like a business arrangement than the fairy tale I had once imagined.

Like all the chaos in the world couldn't touch us here. He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, carrying me across the threshold like it was our wedding night again. We didn't have an actual wedding, we just had a day that we used to consolidate our marriage. I'd always dreamed of having a big wedding, wearing a fancy gown and having big names show up to the occasion but now that I'm with him, I don't even care about all that anymore.

After five years by Leonardo Rizzo's side through bloodshed and gunfire, I had finally made it to our wedding day. In those five years, my surgical skill had earned me a reputation throughout Chicago. I had saved Leonardo more times than I could count. But as I stood at the altar in my wedding dress, he walked straight past me and slipped my ring onto his adopted sister Julia Rizzo's finger. My whole body went rigid. Leonardo looked back at me. There was a hint of apology in his voice, but he made no move to take back the ring. "Baby, when Julia and I were children, I promised she'd be my bride at my first wedding. As the Don of the Rizzo family, I can't break a promise. You'll understand, w

He is nice but not someone interesting. Oh, but I can’t think about him when I must think of being someone’s fiancé who I have no interest in. It is weird how I can get caught in such a deal with no wish of mine. I mean I am still wondering if I am in a dream where the story that I read became true. I read a book named ‘the contract’ last night and it was almost the same, but she didn’t break a vase and wasn’t in debt. Weird and weird and… well weird.

She dreamed of her wedding dress being as puffy as a hot air balloon with a crown of flowers adorned on her head, and her husband dressed as a handsome prince from her fairytale novel—that was all it was, a dream. This wasn’t her fairytale wedding, it was nothing short of a nightmare. There were no respectable guests except fully suited men she tagged to be his henchmen, all rough and looking at her with their lewd eyes. They weren’t getting married in a church, but a rather small chapel at ye back of the house—the irony, she thought. Her face was drained of color, walking down the aisle with the flowers already withering probably from the despair she felt inside of her. Alex was at the alta