Novel & Cerita Novel Not A Dream Wedding

He didn't look up as we entered and took our seats. I rolled my eyes at the lack of acknowledgment, but Caila nudged me under the table, silently warning me to behave. When the food was served—steaming plates of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and vegetables—Jace finally set his iPad aside and began eating. The silence was thick and awkward, broken only by the clinking of cutlery. I couldn’t take it any longer. “So,” I said, my voice cutting through the quiet, “why weren’t you ever married, Mr. Sharpe?”

Was he angry? After a moment, I texted him: "Goodnight." Jake didn't reply. I lay in bed, refreshing my phone, waiting for a response that never came, feeling increasingly uneasy. I closed the messaging app and reopened Reddit, only to see a notification—another post from that same user. I clicked on it instinctively. "Hey everyone, I talked to her about the wedding today. She said her family wants something small and intimate, but they'll chip in for some of the costs. I don't know how much they'll contribute, but the more, the better—it could go toward my treatment!"

He was not Prince Charming, and he was not a billionaire, but he was good enough for an afterone like me. “Our marriage would be small but we would be happy. With both our jobs, we would be able to build our future. Luckily Ron already had a good position in the company where he worked”, I would say to myself constantly and daydream about our marriage. Today, as Dad drove Mom, Kelcie, and me to my husband’s house, I knew I would never be able to dream again. It was over. I was finally getting married. He was not my Prince Charming or Ron. He was a man I never dreamt of marrying.

I rushed out of the bed, took the stairs down, and head into the kitchen. I took two full glasses of water. As if that wasn't enough, I took another glass of water before I could catch my breath. The dream was horrible. It was too vivid that I thought it was real. The woman in the dream was melody but she looked different. In the dream, she wore a wedding dress. I could not interpret the dream but I knew it has to do with my past. Melody had called me her husband the first time we met which interpret the wedding dress she wore in the dream.

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

Wedding is the most important part in one's life .A girl always dreams about her prince that will come and take her away to his paradise by making the girl his queen . But here it was all different .Kiara was finding her wedding not less than a worst nightmare . She never thought in her dreams that one day she would be married to a person without her will and moreover by blackmailing the namesake of her family and friends . The Khan mansion was decorated beautifully. Each corner of the Khan mansion was decorated with lights and was full beaming in its glory. The smiles were never disappearing from the family members' faces .

She smiled rough at me. I laughed a little. "Oh! Are you not aware what's occurring here at our cafe?" I smirked. "He's not the man I'm getting married with, Ynah... if you have an idea, believe with it." Based on her reactions, I know that she knew what's happening here between Lorna and Benjamin. Wearing elegant black colors even my eye shadows and lipstick as my surprise to my ex-boyfriend. I texted Kayzer that I am on the way to his office.

Selena's POV I have always dreamed of my wedding day from childhood, I dreamt of being the Ceo of a big company and getting married to a prince charming but today it's a different story for me. I am going to the boutique to select the finest wedding gown which I would wear to be wedded to the old Mr Chancy whose daughter would be my brides maid, quite an irony of life. We dream of the perfect yet the unbelievable and unplanned becomes our fate, well this is my fate now, an old man's little fiancée.

Despite the expansive villa, only one housekeeper had been left behind to look after me. Regardless, I didn't protest. I simply packed my things quietly. … On the day of the wedding, my phone was returned to me. It was full of pictures Elena had sent me. Among them was one of Lorenzo in a dashing suit as he tenderly slid the ring onto Elena's finger. Another photo showed the couple in a passionate embrace, kissing while the guests showered them with blessings and congratulations. Every photo seemed to drive yet another dagger deep into my already battered heart. At that moment, a call from an unfamiliar number lit up my phone screen. My hands trembled as I swiped to answer the call.

At the coming-of-age ceremony my sister and I shared at twenty-one, our father produced two marriage contracts. One came from the ducal House of Beaumont. A century-old line with power beyond measure, whose heir Alexander was composed, wealthy, and the dream of every unmarried girl in Saint-Vérain. The other came from the bankrupt Moreau family. Their estate mortgaged, creditors at the door, their heir Elias had nothing but a handsome face. In my last life, my sister Vivienne chose Alexander first and left Elias to me. Later, she was caught in an affair, and the Beaumont family confined her for life under the name of "psychiatric rest." Elias, with my help, climbed from ruined nobility i