Perfect Groom Novels & Stories

"That soon..." "Mm." I slipped off my glove, showing the diamond ring on my left hand. "Gotta get back for a wedding." Her body swayed. She stared at the ring, voice catching before it finally came out. "You... You're getting married?" I nodded. Her face went rigid. The corners of her mouth twitched. Like she couldn't decide whether to smile or cry. In the end, she bit her lower lip until it went pale. "Then... congratulations." Her voice was barely there, but every word landed hard.

The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased. Lorenzo became even more infuriated when he found out the church he had booked was hosting a wedding. His baskets of roses had been pushed into a corner to make room for lilies. "What's going on?" he snapped, grabbing one of the church staff, his face dark. "I paid for exclusive use of this place for the entire day!" Just then, the wedding ceremony ended. The church doors swung open, and cheers spilled out. The groom looked familiar. He was the Don of the Argento family from Southern Darvent, Dominic. The possessive way he gazed at his bride left no doubt about his feelings.

A creamy beige luxe invitation with delicate italic lettering. “You didn’t tell me your ex was a whole snack,” Soda smirked. “He came to your house while I was cleaning up your mess. He was expecting you but instead, he got me. And girl, was he shook at my beauty.” He guffawed and flipped his wig to the back. “He insisted on waiting for you. I snatched this from him and promised to convince you. He said he wants you as his partner for the event,” he added. “And guess what? You’re meeting him for dinner in an hour.”

I HEARD someone call me. “Peter!” “Wow! You look gorgeous tonight!” The admiration in his eyes could not be denied. “Thank you. You too.” He was very handsome in his black suit. “Thanks,” he said with a smile before winking at me. He held out his hand to me, and I welcomed him. I even looked at Carrick, who was always with his best man Lawrence. My heart pounded so fast as I watched his dark and dangerous eyes. He’s wearing a black tuxedo, while the groom is wearing a white tuxedo.

My hands immediately began to tremble as they were still gripping my gown, murmurings filled the hall and the infuriated look on Luke’s face made it known to me that I was doomed. “You may kiss your bride.” The pastor repeated in a different tone. Tristan still had his eyes drawn in askance at me. After glancing around shortly, he wore a smile, obviously to not make things look awkward since people from different media houses were here. “Bride,” he said through his smiling teeth, held my hands and pulled me closer to him, connecting his lips to mine.

She sneered and removed it to avoid any sign, then placed it on another door. "Now no one can take Asher from me." She giggled, looked right and left before dashing out of the place. * *The groom's room* John watched Asher as he wore his expensive customized Rolex watch which had his name written on it, he stood tall and proud in his black tuxedo, his hair neatly slicked back and his cologne subtly wafting through the air. But beneath his polished exterior, his mind was filled with thoughts. He didn't want to go through with the wedding, but he felt trapped and helpless coz the wedding must happen, right?

"You look radiant. I could not miss your big day." I stepped back and smiled. "Thank you for making the drive, Alex." Dominic appeared at my side. He placed a hand flat against my lower back. The heat of his palm burned through my silk robe. "Alex," I said. "Meet my groom, Mike." Alex extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mike." Dominic took his hand. A brief, firm shake. "Likewise." Alex kept a polite smile on his face. His gaze dropped. He cataloged Dominic's custom-tailored suit. His eyes snagged on the Patek Philippe watch and the diamond cufflinks.

The courthouse staff looked at me with sympathy as they handed back the marriage certificate. I gripped it so tightly my fingertips turned white. When I stood up, I nearly lost my balance. The name Tristan Prescott felt like a needle piercing straight into my heart, drawing fresh blood. I stared at the photo on the marriage certificate where I was smiling with pure happiness, and my eyes stung with tears. Five years ago, my wedding with Delaney Sterling had been a grand affair. To make it up to me, Delaney had paid for every LED screen in the city to play our shared memories, and fireworks worth millions lit up the night sky. She had even designed and handcrafted my wedding ring herself. It

He didn't invite any relatives or friends. At the time, he explained that we lived in a new city. Even if we announced our wedding, our friends wouldn't be able to come anyway. It would've just looked like we were asking for wedding gifts. We might as well have kept it simple and got married unannounced. We could hold another celebration after we went back. I didn't think much of it back then, but now that I thought about it, his arrangement was clearly just a roundabout way of creating an opportunity for Mia to take my place as the bride.

As she slipped into the dress, her reflection in the mirror was that of a true princess. Meanwhile, Julian prepared in an opulent suite at the Shangri-La Hotel, where he stood before the grand windows, gazing at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. He wore a custom-made tuxedo by Tom Ford, a sleek black ensemble with a subtle sheen, perfectly tailored to his tall, athletic frame. His groomsmen, a group of his dearest friends, shared laughter and champagne, easing his nerves before the ceremony.