Sarah Stanton Wedding Novels & Stories

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

Mrs Locason said before hugging me briefly. As we broke the hug, I smiled a little and nod my head at what she just said. We all stood outside of the church in front of Raymond's car. I was told a few minutes ago that we will both be going for our honeymoon. I have no idea where we're going and I didn't bother asking. After all, my wedding was fixed without my knowledge and consent. I do not think, I can have a say in this also. All the things I will be needing are already packed in Raymond's car.

She said to Jacob, "Hurry up and get Mel off the stage, Jake. It's my wedding today—what will my husband and his family think of me if she keeps causing a scene like this?" Jacob hurried on stage and grabbed me, wanting to drag me away. "Haven't you disgraced yourself enough, Melinda? Do you want the whole world to know about the dirty things you've done?" I shook him off and slapped him. He owed it to me. "We've been together for seven years, Jacob. Don't you have even the slightest bit of faith in me?" He shoved me to the floor and roared, "The report makes it clear that you have syphilis! How do you expect me to believe you?"

Until a local finally told me the truth. There was no archaeological site here—only a professor named Sarah who had been planning a wedding with her lover for the past six months.

asked Dalton's aunt, who successfully made Sarah wake up from her reverie. "We're still busy, Mom. After the launch of the goods, I took Sarah on her honeymoon." Richie is still indifferent when answering his mother's question. As if he had prepared the answer. Sarah didn't even know whether to believe it or think of it as wishful thinking. Who knows when she will go on her honeymoon. Like a newly married couple. Presumably ... it will never happen. "Fine if that wants you guys. Sarah, are you all right?" Sarah gasped with confusion. To keep her husband's secret, Sarah nodded back and confidently assured her husband's sweet promise.

he says, though I can sense a hint of skepticism in his tone. I shoot Jared a quick glance. This is kind of awkward, to say the least. Jared's friendly demeanor falters, replaced by a look of sadness. "How come you didn't invite me to your wedding, Sarah? I thought we were close," he says, glancing between Vincent and me. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. How am I supposed to tell him that he was the one I wanted to marry, but fate tied me to this jerk named Vincent?

It was early summer in June, the season when white roses bloomed. A sensational piece of news spread through the streets and alleys of the city. Aaron, the CEO of Aaron Group, and Sarah, the heiress of Luman Real Estate, were set to hold a grand engagement ceremony on June 19th. It would also be Sarah's twenty-third birthday. The two childhood sweethearts had been together for nine years and were finally tying the knot.

She wanted everyone to know that her son, who was in a wheelchair, married Princess, who gave him a beautiful son and put a stop to all the stupid rumors. The wedding was held on a huge golf coast, and everyone who was a somebody in the city was invited. Sarah stood in front of a mirror, staring at the white fairytale ball gown with her blonde hair curled into long curls. A year ago, if anyone told her she was marrying Ezra Klein, she would kick them in the face, but there she was about to marry the man that she hurt. The man she searched for, found him, betrayed him, but finally love conquered all.

SARAH Before the priest, I stood. Before the priest, he stood. Before the priest we both stood, facing each other as we listened to him. No friends, and no one to cheer us on. It wasn't the type of wedding I always dreamed about, but it was better than marrying Anthonio, and I was going to be with the man that I loved. "Do you, Sarah, take this man, Leo, to be your lawful, wedded husband, to live together in the holy state of matrimony?."

It would look strange for the groom to abandon his post just minutes before the ceremony was scheduled to begin, especially with so many prominent guests watching my every move. So I waited, maintaining Stanley's characteristic composure while internally wondering what kind of spectacle was unfolding outside our carefully orchestrated wedding venue. Pastor Williams seemed equally puzzled by the noise. "Sounds like quite a crowd out there," he observed, adjusting his ceremonial robes. "I suppose that's what happens when billionaires get married—everyone wants to witness the spectacle." "Stanley Richardson's wedding was always going to draw attention," I replied, using the voice modulator to p