Novel & Cerita One Tree Hill Brooke And Julian Wedding

Then we round the next corner, and I hear it almost immediately—Ravel's Bolero—a special piece for me and Julian. A choked gasp escapes me. NO WAY! I was mind-blown. The red oak tree had been adorned and transformed into a stage, with Julian and an officiating officer in the middle. The small crowd of people dear to my heart are also present. Julian planned a surprise wedding for me? I can't believe I didn't know about this! Oh my god! I swear his eyes reddened upon seeing me. I look to the side and see Arthur and his wife waving at me, my mother-in-law bawling her eyes out, Betty too, though she was being comforted by her man.

Julian seemed to feel he owed me something, so he added quite a few extra items to the wedding arrangements. After the engagement banquet ended in the afternoon and we were finally alone, he assured me again and again that the wedding would be grand and would not disappoint me. I looked at the endless list of gifts and felt a slight headache coming on. "Mr. Brooks, after the wedding, I'll be moving into the Brooks residence. There's nowhere to put all of this. "On the wedding day, maybe we shouldn't add anything more. It's better to keep things simple." Julian poured me a cup of coffee and let out a helpless laugh.

“I’m by myself. Zachary has to head back to the manor because the old-timers have all gone over there. He and his brothers have to entertain them. Mr. and Mrs. Bucham are also coming back today. They’ll be arriving at Wildridge Manor shortly. They heard the elders came to Wiltspoon and took the first flight back.” Julian wanted to wait for Quinn to go on break before he returned to Wiltspoon. Quinn told him to go home first, but he refused. Their relationship was stable now and Julian hoped to register their marriage before Christmas, but Quinn thought it was too rushed, so in the end, they decided to do it after Christmas and have their wedding in the spring.

The day of our Mating Ceremony finally arrived. As the Elder stood before the pack, his voice booming as he announced the exchange of our soul-binding rings, Julian—the man standing across from me—suddenly spoke. "Actually," he said, his voice cutting through the sacred silence. "I’ve been fucking Chloe." I froze. He didn't even blink as he watched the color drain from my face.

I squeezed his hand in mine and hoped he’d be able to hold mine too soon before I walked out of the suite. In the taxi back to the serviced apartment, I was scrolling mindlessly on my I*******m feed when I saw an advert that made me blink repeatedly to confirm that my eyesight was intact. It was a flyer about Ace and Brooke, and from one glance, it was obvious that it was a wedding announcement. From the look of things, it was scheduled to happen in ten days, and I felt my heart sting as I swiped the poster away and closed the app. Unfortunately, that didn’t do the trick to make me forget about it, because I came across various flyers and edits about them across every other social media plat

“Rise and shine, dearest!” Brooke called in an upbeat voice, throwing back the curtains to let the sunlight stream in. Ava groaned, curling up around a pillow. “Brooke, I love you but it’s too early on a weekend to do this to me.” She complained in a pout. Brooke paused halfway through the motion of lifting a curtain, her shock expressive on her face. “Ava! It’s your wedding day!” she exclaimed, turning around to give her future daughter-in-law a stunned look.

With that, I stood up and walked away without looking back. One year later. The Thorne family's private island. The sea breeze carried the scent of flowers, and white curtains billowed in the wind. Today was my wedding day with Julian. I wore a pure white gown, and on the nape of my neck bloomed a new thorned rose tattoo. It was more brilliant, more defiant, more me than the last one. "Ready, my bride?" Julian came in, dressed in a white suit, his eyes only for me.

He felt like all the air had been sucked out of him. But Winnie was still rambling on. "By the way, Mr. Grant, Ms. Jones' getting married. Are you going to her wedding?" That struck a nerve in Julian. His ears rang, his vision swam, and there was a throbbing ache in his head. … I didn't expect Julian to show up at my wedding. He came to a halt at the entrance, breathless after a long run. His hair was disheveled, and I could see the heaving of his chest through his wrinkled suit.

Ricard said. The wedding proceeded smoothly, but just as the Pastor uttered the sacred words to conclude their marriage vows, Julian seized the opportunity and cried out, "I! I DISAGREE WITH THIS MARRIAGE BECAUSE JENNIFER IS MY BELOVED." Julian's hoarse, pain-filled voice shattered the silence. All eyes, including the countless camera lenses, swivelled from the bride to the figure scrambling out from the crowd of guests. Julian stumbled, falling to his knees directly onto the white carpet aisle meant for Jennifer. He was crippled. He looked pitiful. The sight was a media sensation and a horror show for the elite guests.