One Tree Hill Brooke Wedding Novels & Stories

Belle nodded. Brooke had her MacBook pro out in a second, cool dark eyes staring down at its screen, her face a clean professional mask as always. “I can get a superb wedding gift specialist scheduled to have an appointment with you later today or tomorrow, depending on when and how you would like to be in contact with them.”

Just before the wedding starts, Mom suddenly clutches her chest and collapses. I drop everything and rush her to the hospital. The moment we pull up to the emergency room, my phone buzzes with a text in the family group chat. "Davian's at the hospital. I lured him away. You guys can start the wedding now." A second later, Dad replies, "Good. Kayden's already up on the main stage." Then my sister, Elaine Burke, chimes in, "Kayden's waited ten years for this. Now he can finally marry Leah out in the open." Within seconds, all three messages are deleted from the chat. Then my best friend, Simon Cohen, accidentally drops a video clip of the ceremony right into the group. In the video, my

Kayzer mentioned my whole name. "How did you know my whole name?" "Of course, It is important for me to know my soon-to-be wife." I know our wedding is just a bet but he put effort on it. We only have one day to prepare for our wedding. His secretary helped us to organize everything and called a media for tomorrow. My adoptive parents doesn't know about this yet so I need to go home. "You want me to go with you?" he asked. "As if our wedding has true feelings, babe. I can handle my parents very well so just take a rest for our wedding." I smirked and leave a marked on his neck.

Chapter 56: Honeymoon Bliss The next day, we arrived at the Lakeside Bliss Resort for our official honeymoon, and the first thing that caught my eye was the mesmerizing view of the shimmering water stretching out before us. The resort was nestled amidst lush greenery, with tall trees swaying gently in the breeze, creating a tranquil atmosphere that instantly made me feel at peace. Walking hand in hand with my new wife, Gabby, we followed the winding path that led us through the resort grounds.

From a distance, they looked more like the couple preparing to get married. “Should we adjust the backdrop again?” “Alright.” “Shall we change the lighting to warmer tones?” “Your call.” “Then maybe we should make the main stage a little bigger?” “Sure.” Lewis agreed to everything she suggested, his gaze brimming with affection. Meanwhile, I stood quietly in the corner, watching them interact. I was neither angry nor confrontational. The day before the wedding, I received a message from Switz that my grandfather had arranged everything. A flight would depart the next morning.

As Harold's parents comforted me, they pulled me into their car, and we sped toward the wedding venue. Inside the church, the center aisle was covered in Juliet roses, the kind of arrangement that must have cost a fortune. At the altar, the pastor was already reciting the wedding vows. Before him stood Leila, wearing a gown worth tens of millions, and Harold. She gazed up at him with bright, loving eyes. Just as they were about to exchange rings, with romantic music drifting through the hall, Derek charged in and shouted for the ceremony to stop.

The police officers escorted him out between them, but as he walked past me, he suddenly started struggling and shouting, "Natania, how could you be so cruel? We were married for seven years!" At last, I raised my gaze to look at him. Laughing, I retorted, "Married, huh? How did you not remember that we were husband and wife when you and Winona slept in the same bed?" Rendered speechless by my words, Lucas could only allow himself to be dragged out. A dead silence suffused the conference room. I set down my coffee cup and swept a gaze across everyone. "Alright. Now that the trash has been cleared out, we can officially start the meeting."

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

“What about our contract marriage? What about our kids?” She laughed harder this time. Sharp Almost mocking. Kids he plan to kill!!...kid he Abaddon “Our kids?” she said. “You really are funny. Ha ha ha” Axel stared at her, confusion flickering across his face. Did I get it wrong…? This is irony This is my wife!. “No,” she continued, her voice turning colder. “Maybe I look like your dead wife or whatever, but I’m not her. And trust me…” Her eyes met his, filled with quiet fire.

His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto mine without flinching. He didn’t look like a man standing at someone else’s wedding. He looked like a man securing a deal. I forced myself forward, each step echoing like a countdown. Maybe if I stalled long enough, Alexander would call this off. But deep down, I knew better. Hope had no place in a Westwood deal. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the officiant began, “we are gathered here today to witness the union of Alexander Westwood and Aria Bennet…” My fingers shook around my bouquet. My gaze darted to the back doors, praying Ethan would burst through and save me.