One Tree Hill Brooke And Julian Wedding Novels & Stories

His face went pale, his eyes darting from me to the crimson tie around Julian’s neck, the mark of the Moretti. "Dante," Leo stammered as we approached, his voice lacking the bravado he’d had in my parlor. "We didn't expect to see you... Or Julian... so soon. We thought you'd be... indisposed." "It's a wedding celebration, Leo," I said, my voice carrying just enough to let the surrounding guests hear. I let my hand slide from Julian’s back to his shoulder, pulling him a half-inch closer to my side. "I thought it was only right that Julian’s brothers were the first to see how well he’s settled into his new life. He’s proving to be quite an... adaptable partner."

Lorenzo's POV On the day of the wedding, the entire Gallo estate was bustling with noise and excitement. I stood before the standing mirror, fingers stiffly buttoning up the last button on my suit jacket. This wedding was supposed to be mine and Susanna's, for us to become married with our friends and family as witnesses. It was supposed to be Susanna and me who received everyone's blessings. Yet, it had now become nothing but an extravagant, pretentious act that Elena and I were putting on.

Journalists crowded closer, microphones thrust toward us. "Mr. Julian! Mr. Julian! Can you comment on your wedding?" "Is it true you married your own nephew's ex-wife?" "Lorena. How do you feel about marrying your ex-husband's uncle?" Julian stepped out of the car first. He stood tall, his face cold and authoritative. Then he offered his hand to me. I took his hand and stepped out. The sunlight blinded my eyes, but I kept walking beside Julian, trying to keep a neutral expression. Julian's arm wrapped around my waist, protecting me from the increasingly pressing crowd.

After the wedding, he was supposed to move in with us for one year like the contract stated but he seemed to get into a heated argument with his parents and stormed off during the reception, so I could only hope he would come back. That evening, I was sitting on a chair by the front porch of the main house, wearing my comfortable clothes and sipping my juice, when I heard the sound of a car approaching. I looked up to see a luxury SUV drive through our driveway and when the car stopped in front of the house, Julian, who we had been expecting for several hours now, came out. He looked entirely ridiculous and out of his elements in my environment. He was wearing white sneakers and clad in a th

Years ago, back when Ashton and Riley were still together, Julian had been a constant name in Ashton’s life. He was supposed to be the best man at their planned wedding...the very wedding that fell apart the day Ashton disappeared without a trace. Neither Ashton nor Julian had shown up that day. Despite the bitter history attached to that era, Riley didn't hold any resentment toward Julian. She returned his greeting with a polite nod and a soft smile, accepting the warm cup of coffee he handed her. As they settled around the small table, Riley watched the effortless, quiet banter between Julian and Aniya...the way he instinctively checked on her, and the lingering look in his eyes whenever s

“Whose wedding?” “Weston Thayer and Eloise Bennington.” Julian choked slightly on his drink. “Wait, the Weston Thayer? Tech billionaire Weston Thayer?” “That’s the one.” “And he’s having his wedding at your farm.” “My farm that used to be a dead field, yes.” “How the hell did you pull that off?” “Long story involving me being in the right place at the right time.” I waved it off, but I couldn’t hide my small smile. “But yeah, it’s happening and if I screw it up my career is basically over before it starts.”

Something good. Elena asked if it was like a part of the company. Julian said it was like working together with someone. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket. It was the plan for a building from five years ago. He said it was time to get things right. That afternoon Elena and Julian got married in a garden in Brooklyn. It was a quiet place away from all the cameras and noise. Penelope was there. She looked really happy. She was not part of the Vane-Sterling problems anymore. She was Elena's maid of honor. Marcus, Elena's helper, was Julian's man.

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

Daniel suddenly asked. Phoenix snapped his head toward his father, speechless. It’s not a secret to everyone that Brook and he were only engaged because of a business merger. Their upcoming marriage is not out of love, it’s more like an obligation to the family business. “Nic and I decided that we’ll get married after the election. I don’t want him to be pressured by the wedding while he’s busy with the campaign.” Brooke answered, her voice sweet and laced with love. Phoenix fought the urge to scoff, he knew Brooke too well to be mesmerized by her sweetness.

Not because of the wedding, but because of the man who was supposed to be his sanctuary. Chase. The memory of Chase Sterling’s luxury apartment still felt like a fresh burn. Julian had gone there to seek comfort, to find a way to tell his boyfriend that their families were about to be tied together by marriage. He had expected Chase to be his ally. Instead, he had found him in bed with a law student from the university, their laughter echoing against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.