Pamela Tick Wedding Novels & Stories

I don't know how far I can do it, I just know I'll do my best. Just being a violent husband, getting beaten every day at most, just suffering for six months, then I'll take Silas out of this place, never to come back. *** Three days passed quickly, and although it was not long, it was enough for me to arrange my work. The wedding ceremony was held in a small church, the guests were only my parents, Neron, and Marcus Johansen, and his secretary, Roger. Wearing my wedding dress and looking at myself in the mirror, I was filled with strange emotions. There is anxiety, confusion, and fear, but also some hope.

"You do." She nodded. "But you're forgiven." Then, before anyone could react, she hugged him. "We're just happy you're back." For a few precious moments, the castle felt peaceful again. Then Pamela ruined it. "...Unfortunately." She lifted her tablet. "The internet didn't get the memo." Jason groaned. "Now what?" Pamela handed the tablet to me. A headline filled the screen. CLOSE FRIEND OF THE SUN COUPLE CONFIRMS SECRET DIVORCE. I frowned and began reading aloud.

My lashes are long and full, my brows are finely drawn and my lips are looking beautiful with the lipstick Pamela applied for me. We went shopping with her two days ago to get all the things we would be needing for the wedding. Pamela was more excited than I am because I was getting married to her boyfriend's best friend. Pamela was going to be my bridesmaid while her boyfriend, Richard, was going to be the best man. She stood by me even when she was mad at my mother for accepting to be her father's date to the award night. Initially, I was also annoyed with my mother's behavior.

Kate smiled radiantly, as if silently shouting in her mind, "They are so cute!" "Are you getting married?" she asked calmly, showing no shame in admitting that she had been eavesdropping. I nodded. "You'll love living here, it's a very peaceful neighborhood. My fiancé and I plan to continue living here after our wedding. Oh, you have to meet him. Neal desperately needs a social life that goes beyond me, my uncle, and that damn restaurant." Dominic let out a soft laugh at Kate's comment. "We would love to meet him," was his simple reply.

I spat disgusted. " Noo..... I don't want this either". Pam said. " I know you think I stole your husband, but believe me I don't want this marriage." I just stared at her like I had seen a ghost. How would she explain the nasty smirk on her face during the wedding? "I know Francisco is very rich, and even if I am not in my right senses, I would never want to be a second wife, not even for money". She continued. I stared at Pamela's face for a long moment, disbelief written on my face.

He didn't call me for days and I thought he was going to call the wedding off. But here I am dressed up in a white flowing wedding dress with brown designs in front of the dress. My face is made up and I look extremely beautiful. My lashes are long and full, my brows are finely drawn and my lips are looking beautiful with the lipstick Pamela applied for me. We went shopping with her two days ago to get all the things we would be needing for the wedding. Pamela was more excited than I am because I was getting married to her boyfriend's best friend. Pamela was going to be my bridesmaid while her boyfriend, Richard, was going to be the best man.

He looked at me sincerely and continued, “I’ve had the wedding dress redesigned, and the ring will be custom-made again. I’ll give you the grandest wedding Napels has ever seen. Everyone will know that you are my only wife, Eve.” I listened quietly but felt nothing at all. It was because my ticket had been confirmed earlier that afternoon. My flight would depart three days from now at ten in the morning from Napels to Switz. I would leave this place, Lewis, this relationship that had drained everything out of me. As for the so-called wedding of the century he was promising, I would no longer be the bride.

"I'd like to cancel my wedding. You no longer have to prepare anything." The wedding planner knew how much I had been looking forward to it and only canceled after confirming it with me several times. At some point, Jace had appeared at the doorway. "What did you cancel?" Celine was standing beside him. I was about to come up with an excuse, but he didn't give me the chance. "Forget it. Cece's the one who matters now."

Unfortunately, Connor got into a car accident on the eve of their wedding and died. To escape the city that constantly reminded her of Connor's death, a reality she was too terrified to face, Pamela left Dexia and was gone for five whole years. It wasn't until a few days ago that she returned to the once-familiar place. At the mention of Connor, Rowan peered carefully at Pamela's face. She flashed him a smile. "What?" "Nothing," he said, deciding to let the subject drop. "Come on. We should get going." Pamela teased, "You want me to show up at Mr. Mattel Senior's place empty-handed? Did you forget that you gave your sweetheart the tea leaves I bought just to get on her good side?"

“We’re not buying a couture dress, okay? This is a court wedding. Ten minutes of signing papers and it's all over.” She snorts. “Pamela. Pamela! You’re marrying Massimo D’Amato. The man could probably buy Valentino and use the dresses as napkins.” She grabs my shoulders. “This wedding is going to be the highlight of your twenties. Even if it’s fake, you’re gonna look like a goddess.” I groan. “It’s not a wedding. It’s just a… contractual obligation with witnesses.” “With photos,” she counters. “Photos that’ll be all over the Internet for the haters to prey upon. Photos your future self will cringe at if you wear some sad beige sack instead.”