Postponed Wedding? Her New Spoiled Marriage Novels & Stories

I growled, my cheeks flamed as the tears continued. “I'm not married.” “But you will be this Saturday, so what's the dumb difference!” I wiped the tears that blurred my vision. His eyes shut like he was trying to keep calm, before continuing. “The wedding will be postponed. At least till I'm better.” I couldn't help the dry, humorless laugh that left me. “Don't-Don’t play with me.” When he opened his eyes, there was a frown there. “I was just in an accident that could have taken my life. I'm still in a lot of pain—”

"I'm going to be even busier after I'm promoted, K. I'll have more responsibilities and expectations on my shoulders. I don't have time for a damn wedding." Nausea filled Kaitlyn's stomach, it flooded into her throat, churning and scraping at her insides as heat welled up in her eyes. "What are you saying?" "We're going to have to postpone getting married until further notice. I don't want to hear about it anymore." It was a slap to the face, a sting that left one solid tear slip past the cover of her lids.

By a marriage hidden from the world. And time was slipping through her fingers faster than she could stop it. The host glanced down at the tablet in his hand, his expression shifting slightly as he read the live feed. “Charles,” he said carefully, “this question is coming in from thousands of viewers online right now.” The studio lights seemed brighter somehow. “There are rumors,” the host continued, “that a third party may be involved. Some fans are asking directly. Was the postponement of your wedding due to another woman?” A hush fell over the studio.

He looked a little hesitant. “It’s about out wedding!” he said. “What about the wedding?” I asked He paused for a few seconds and said, “I’m little busy this year, so the wedding may have to postponed till next year!” Hearing his words, my heart skipped the beat. We had originally agreed to get married in October, but now it was suddenly postponed to next year… From his tone, I could tell that he didn’t want to get married, and was just making excuses to postpone it.

Her chest felt heavy and stifled, an unbearable ache spreading through her. She looked at the man she had once loved so deeply, and then, without a moment's hesitation, she said, "Something has happened to Nathan. Our wedding is postponed." Preston's expression darkened instantly. "Do you even know what you're saying? All of Crestmere knows we're getting married today, and now you're telling me it's postponed?" Realizing he had spoken too harshly, Preston took a deep breath and softened his tone. "Rowena, I know you're worried about Nathan, but marriage isn't a game. He went to such lengths to fulfill our wish... We shouldn't betray his intentions, shouldn't we?"

And she had been right because her grandfather just informed her that a new wedding date had been fixed. "You can't be serious. The wedding was destroyed. It's just…." "It was a disaster thanks to the stupid Silver who couldn't keep his mouth shut." Templeton said to her. "Really? So you are going to make the granddaughter you claim to love and dote on, get married to another man when she is pregnant with someone else's child?" Emma asked him. She did not care if Hugo was present. She wanted nothing to do with the man. He was a scumbag known to the whole world. And it irked her that with her marriage to him, she would be portrayed as a spoiled princess who had literally no taste in men.

And yet, the man I had loved and chased for a decade left me devastated. "Dominic is a great man. Shouldn't you at least meet him before deciding?" "It's alright. I agree. Schedule the wedding as soon as possible." "What wedding? What schedule?" Lorenzo's voice suddenly came from behind me. The scent of roses was unmistakable. I hung up the phone, lying without a flinch, "My cousin is remarried. We were just talking about when to visit her." Lorenzo's tense shoulders relaxed. Why was he anxious? Was he worried I'd force him into marriage by holding a wedding?

"The wedding may need to be pushed back a few days. When I come back, I'll give you an even grander ceremony. Okay?" The rain outside was heavy. I held the edge of the document and suddenly remembered the final deadline my father had given me last month. If the Moretti family still refused to publicly acknowledge the marriage by this holiday, the partnership between Castellano and Moretti would be terminated immediately. And I would have to go home and accept the alliance marriage my father had arranged. After a few seconds of silence, I answered softly, "Okay. I have other plans for the holiday anyway." Luca seemed to pause. He probably had not expected me to agree so easily.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” His eyes burned. “Why not?” “Because you’re getting married,” I said. Every time I wanted to knock the speech out of Zane, I pulled the marriage card. Petty, I know, but it always worked. He was silent for a while. “The wedding’s been postponed,” he said quietly. I blinked. “What?” “I’m not marrying her. Not right now.” “For how long?” “I don’t know.” Damn. This scattered all my plans. I had to reschedule basically everything. I ran through my mind to remember if anyone had said anything about the wedding being postponed. “No one told me anything about the postponement, though. At the very least, your wedding planner is suppose to know-"

Like finding a way to escape from this hell, getting Mikhail to stop fucking me and to find a way around the silly connection I had with Landon. I yanked my wrist from her grasp and covered up the hickey that was slightly exposed. “The wedding has been postponed, Irene. Don't get your hopes high.” “Seems like you've not heard the news.” She smirked, folding her hands over her ‘Fuck me’ top. “You still think the wedding is going to be postponed?” I sucked in a breath. “I don't care if the wedding doesn't get postponed either.” Her lips curled into a small smile. “We both know you care.” She took a step closer, filling my nostrils with the heavy fragrance of her perfume. “Because I'm going to