Postponed Wedding? Her New Spoiled Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

Taking his arm, she quipped, "Thank you for resolving that issue, Chris, or I'd be afraid to walk down the aisle ever again… No, I'm still feeling scared now…" Her eyes were dewy—a look that would send any man's protectiveness into overdrive. However, despite her hopes for his doting, he instead replied, "Sorry—I was negligent and messed things up for you. We can postpone the wedding for a couple days if you're feeling ill." For some reason, he suddenly started to feel restless when the wedding march started to play again. But even though there was concern in his tone, it was an absolute bombshell to Talia! "No!" she promptly blurted.

She grabbed his hand, looked up at him, blinked and said, "It's okay, there's still a month left, my body is actually much better now." "So no more delays?" She nodded, "Mm-hmm." Charlotte leaned into his arms and said, "I don't want to postpone either." Even though they had already registered, she was still really looking forward to the wedding. She wasn't a flashy person, and she didn't want a wedding to show off. Back then, Marcus jilted her, making her a laughingstock. Later, she married Leandro, who took on her joke and ended up being the one laughed at in the end.

I answered, halting as well, and walking back to her, staring her down. "Can't we postpone the wedding or something?" "We've been postponing it since the day we started planning it, Mari." "Yeah, because shit happens." "And shit will continue to happen," I snapped, and for a moment I got worried at how desperate I might sound for pushing Mari to do the wedding. But a deal's a deal. And besides, with all the things that have been happening, the De Marchis would need the money. "We keep on postponing the inevitable, Mari."

On the grand opening day of my new company, Mom came to show her support. That was when she learned that I was divorced. "Good riddance," she said. "A woman like her never deserved you anyway. I'll ask around among my friends and find you a proper lady from a good family." I placed some food on her plate and smiled. "No rush." Suddenly, Jenna charged in, dressed in tattered, filthy clothes. She tried to throw herself into my arms. "I'm so sorry, and I know I've messed up, Elton. Can we please get married again?"

" I truly apologize for the inconvenience, but the wedding has been called off. " Uproar!

Lucy’s new beau fit right in, swapping stories with Harvey’s parents and making us all laugh. And as Harvey wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, we found ourselves stealing moments just for us—a soft kiss here, a whispered “I love you” there, as we took it all in. The night was alive with the sound of waves, laughter, and the occasional clink of glasses as we celebrated. Watching everyone—our friends, family, and loved ones—all together and happy was a gift in itself. Harvey had created the perfect ending to our wedding, a celebration that blended joy, peace, and love, all in one unforgettable night on a beautiful island. It was a memory I’d hold in my heart forever.

I muttered into a towel. Judith chuckled. "So… any reason why your wedding invite hasn't arrived yet? Or am I just not invited?" There it was. I tensed. "We're postponing." She paused. "Is everything okay?" "Yes. Actually, yes. It's our choice. Not a breakup, not a fight. Just... a pause." Her eyes softened. "You sure?" "I am." She nodded. "Good. Because if you were heartbroken and hiding it, I'd be forced to commit a felony."

Scarlet asked, with food stuffed in her mouth. I couldn't help but shook my head as I stared at her. Her case is begining to get out of hand. "Actually.... I don't know if I should really say this, considering the fact that it was meant to be kept a secret," she said, her gaze darting between us. Okay, she's not trying to spill out the truth, is she? I thought it was meant to be a secret between her and Asher. "My marriage with Asher won't be a real one. We... actually signed a contract. I'm going to act as his loving wife for a whole year and after that, everyone would go their separate ways," she said, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

“What kind of agreement?” Her parents exchanged hesitant glances before falling silent. “Mom? Dad?” she pressed. When no one responded, Ashford leaned back in his chair and spoke in a straight, emotionless tone. “You’re going to marry me.” Ivanna’s breath caught in her throat. He’s joking… right? But her parents’ expressions said otherwise. Not wanting to make a scene in front of their guests, she forced herself to remain calm and pretend to accept it. “The wedding will happen soon. The sooner, the better,” Mrs. Villareal added.