One Tree Hill Brooke And Julian Wedding Novels & Stories

“And as for our arrangement, don’t worry. I won’t bother you. Just treat me like an invisible guest here. I’ll also pay for my food here, okay?” Jared raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to say something, his brother interrupted him. “Make sure you’ll do that! Don’t think my brother will be interested in you just because you find him handsome and noble.” Julia stood up and brushed her hair with her fingers. Her gaze shifted from Shiloh to Jared. “Mr. Brooks, I solemnly promise that I will never fall in love with you in the future,” she announced. However, the gloomy look on Jared’s face didn’t escape her eyes.

Every second I spent with her, I treated her as if she were the eighteen-year-old you. At those words, my heart stirred nothing at all. He stepped forward, trying to say more, but Julian stopped him. Julian bent down and swept me up into his arms. My white wedding gown trailed along the floor as he looked down at Adrian from above. "Sorry. I'm whisking my bride away." Adrian could only stand there and watch as I was carried away. The media rushed after us, and the wedding venue emptied out in an instant. When Mr. and Mrs. Cole finally arrived, they asked in shock, "I just saw another wedding set up across the street. The sign said Cross-Warren. Could it be one of Iris’s relatives?"

Brooke was sitting on my chair, one leg crossed over the other, her hand resting on my desk like she owned the place. "Brooke, what are you doing here?" I asked, letting out a slow breath of relief despite myself. "You should’ve waited outside." "I know, okay?" she rolled her eyes. "But I couldn’t. I wasn’t in a good mood." She stood up and walked toward me, placing her hand on my chest. I flinched and stepped back instantly. "What are you doing?" I asked sharply. "What does it look like?" she muttered, looking up at me as our eyes met. "I’m trying to accept the harsh reality that my childhood crush and boyfriend is about to marry another woman because she’s pregnant."

Allison "Allie" Brooks couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Did you just casually drop that?” she asked, staring incredulously at George Smith. It had been a year since she’d first encountered Julian Ford at the Gala of Lights. He had been dazzling—every inch the mysterious, magnetic figure the tabloids raved about. Yet his first words to her had left her utterly stunned. “Little brook,” Julian had said, his lips curling into an infuriatingly charming smirk. “Marry me. What do you say?”

Jonah sat on the arm of Clarkson's chair, an unspoken display of brotherhood that did not go unnoticed by Julian. "I saw the news," Julian began, his fists clenched in his lap. "The engagement. The foundation. All of it." He cleared his throat. "I… I said what I said in my letter. What you've done… It's incredible, Clarkson." "It wasn't me alone," Clarkson answered, his voice tighter than he would have liked. He looked at Jonah. "It was us." "Oh, sure," Julian answered quickly, his eyes darting over to Jonah with an honest respect. "I see that." He drank water, stopping. "I was at a conference in Boston. I… I found myself heading north. I nearly turned around a dozen times."

He had everyone raise their glass to the couple. But when her father got up to make a speech and what he said at the end made her want to hurl. “I’m happy to announce they will be married seven days from now.” Her heart started racing and her throat felt dry. She waited until the speeches were done and then pulled her father over to the side. “What is it dear?” “Why did you say Clint and I were getting married in a week, what happened to two weeks?” “Brook and I discussed it and he thinks it’s better not to wait. He was even good enough to pay for a two-week honeymoon in Hawaii.”

… Back at Peninsula Hotel in Borginia, Julian pushed open the ballroom doors with a grim expression. The guests had all arrived. Reporters lined both sides of the red carpet with cameras and microphones. The groomsmen hurried over the moment they saw Julian alone. "Julian, where's Olivia? Why did the bridal car come back empty?" Julian loosened his tie and lowered his voice. "She threw a fit and left the country. The wedding's off. Have PR deal with the media." Silence swept through the crowd. Several older guests exchanged stunned looks. Phoebe strode over. "What do you mean the wedding's off? We've already sent out invitations! How am I supposed to explain this to a room full of politician

"It does not matter what he wants, Ivy! It matters what we need to keep this family from bankruptcy. You will put on the wedding dress, you will stand at the altar, and you will say yes." The wedding day was a blur of gray light. I walked down the long church aisle alone because my father was too busy talking to reporters at the entrance. The guests in the pews whispered and laughed behind their hands as my wide frame passed them. Julian stood at the altar in a perfect black suit. His eyes were cold like ice cubes. When I finally reached him, he did not take my hand. He leaned close to my ear while the priest was reading from the book. "Do not expect a happy marriage," Julian whispered, his

My organizational senses are tingling, but in a very panicked way. After a few agonizing minutes where the members were frantically texting each other in a side chat, Julian’s response finally came. Julian Thorne: Clarification: I am marrying Evelyn. My brother is marrying Hannah. We are having a joint ceremony. The four of us are in agreement. The chat exploded a second time, this time with pure, unfiltered joy and shock.

There was absolutely no mistaking it. Adrian didn't notice my silent heart attack. He smiled warmly, proudly turning to the crowd and then to me, gesturing toward the man beside him. "Sloane, darling," Adrian said, his voice full of genuine excitement. "I am so incredibly glad he made it back in time. I want to officially introduce you to my older brother, Aleck. He just got back into the country this morning after running our family's international shipping business overseas. Aleck, this is my beautiful bride, Sloane."