Rendy Samuel Pernikahan Novels & Stories

"We both are waiting for our wives to come back from the restroom." Neel turned his eyes to Samanvay and stiffened. He was the man Manya got married to. Samanvay Goenka. Samanvay smiled. "It seems Mr Riki doesn't want to introduce us but I can't forget the social mannerisms. Hello, I am Samanvay Goenka." He said stretching his hand for a handshake. Mr Riki cleared his throat. "The great Samanvay Goenka doesn't need any introduction."

Samuel's brow moved, he pressed her down, cuddling and whining, holding his phone, his lips unable to suppress his smile, "Baby, I found out your friend and I*******m backgrounds are me." His long fingers gently brushed her cheek, kissing her repeatedly, "I'm so happy." This man was too easily pleased, Kimberly's lips curved into a smile, "Just like that, you're very happy?" "Yes." Samuel's slightly messy black hair was fluffy, tickling her neck, making her cheeks itch slightly, "Baby, everyone is blessing us." "We haven't taken wedding photos yet, shall we take them after the new year? I want to hang them at home and in the office."

Anything involving Francis would break out into an argument, and both of them would end up unhappy. It was a long walk. Kendrick thought the silence would remain until they reached the private room. Surprisingly, Samantha suddenly asked, "You… Why do you want to remarry?" Kendrick was delighted. He quickly held her right hand, and they walked together while holding hands. Kendrick answered, "I feel like our relationship is practically the same as a real husband and wife. We live together with our child. So, it's only natural to remarry." Samantha stubbornly kept questioning. "Like you said, our situation is no different from a married couple. What we're lacking is merely a piece of paper. Is

This is not happening, Samantha cried silently as she was handed back her flower bouquet by her maid of honor. “Ryan, what are you doing?!” Mrs Clyde yelled and pulled him away. “Are you..are you getting married to my brother?!” Ryan fired with his eyes on Samantha while being pulled away by his mom. “Do you know her? What's going on?” Sophia and Claris asked in surprise. Ryker tried to maintain his cool as he took a slow glance at Samantha again. “Do you know him?” He asked in a slow but angry tone. “I..I..I don't,” Samantha answered quickly.

I touched his hand and replied, “To be humiliated or belittled doesn’t matter to me because I’m used to it. Anyway, there’s something I want to ask you.” “Say it.” “A few days ago before our wedding, grandpa called you and screamed. What happened? Will you tell me?” I asked while looking at my husband’s face. “Jenny, he already knows that you used to work at Pleasure Brothel. He doesn’t like me marrying you, but he doesn’t know if we only marry the contract. Nobody needs to know about this contact marriage. He wanted me to call off the wedding and marry Kelly. I refused so hard that he finally gave me a condition. If I agree, he will let us get married, even though he will never acknowledge

The preacher said before he turned to Samuel and said for him to repeat after him. Samuel’s hands tightened around mine as he began to say, “I, Samuel Michaels, take you Lexie to be my wife, my mate, and my Queen. I vow to love, cherish, and honor you until the end of time and beyond.” Samuel then smiled at me as a tear of joy slipped down my cheek from his vows to me.

Then, looking deeply into her eyes, Simona wore Camelia's clothes and even her late wife's perfume. "What's wrong with your tone? Aren't you happy I'm back? The doctor said I can go home. I'm fine, honey. I'm not sick! Why would I be there with people who are crazy," Simona retorted, letting go of his embrace. She held Samuel's hand tightly, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "We're getting married soon, right?" Simona asked again. "Come in, Simona. It's not good to talk in front," Samuel replied, pulling Simona's hand to walk inside.

Once Kelly reached the front stage, Sam took her hand, grinning from ear to ear. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the priest began, “we gather here to celebrate…” Alex felt Jayden’s hand over hers. She glanced up and saw him wink at her. Her heart missed a beat. Oh dear! As she turned back to watch Sam and Kelly, she couldn’t stop grinning. “Will you,” the priest said, “Sam Hunter, have Kelly McCartney to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort and keep her, and, forsaking all others, remain true to her as long as you both shall live?”

"Boss, if one more socialite had demanded a redo on the seating chart, I was gonna lose it. But yeah, we nailed it. What's next? Can't let the momentum die." Mike nodded, packing up his toolkit. "She's right. That toast from the bride's father? He called it flawless. Felt good. But Tessa, you were the rock. How do you stay so calm when everything's exploding?" Tessa allowed a small smile, scanning the room for any overlooked details. "Years of practice. And a team like this. Speaking of which, gather in. I've got news. We're not coasting. The Samuel Perri wedding to Kerry Hathaway just landed in our lap. Biggest one yet—Perri's that tech mogul, Hathaway's the heiress with the media empire ti

“Kay, I want to talk to you.” “Go on, Sam,” Kanya casually replied. Samuel Wijaya took out the ring box and opened it in front of Kanya. “Kay, I have feelings for you. Do you want to marry me?” Happy Reading