Scene From A Marriage Novels & Stories

The worst is being unable to get in and out of vehicles. "Can't wait for the twins to be born so that I can do normal stuff again." I joke, getting a chuckle from the two men. I take my flowers in hand, and just as the door opens, the wedding march sounds. Walking down the aisle towards my mate, I couldn't help tearing up, seeing tears in Dominic's eyes as well. The preacher starts the typical marriage speech, the one about the Goddess blessing mates to live a long and fruitful life, causing me to zone out. "Who gives this woman away?"

Arabella clapped her hands, her face lighting up with uncontained happiness. Hand in hand, Cole and I turned to face our loved ones, who showered us with smiles and applause. The backyard, transformed into a magical haven for our wedding, felt like a fairytale brought to life. The delicate flowers, twinkling lights, and elegantly arranged seating created an atmosphere of enchantment and warmth.

PROLOGUE… KIRA’S POV The morning sun spilled its light through the stained-glass windows of the wedding hall, The air was thick with the scent of roses and lilies, and the soft hum of a string quartet filled the space with a romantic melody. I stood at the back of the hall, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't tell if it was due to my nervousness or the overwhelming excitement of finally being able to get married to Dylan. My hands trembled slightly as the large double doors slowly opened. Today, I would marry Dylan, the man I had loved even before I knew what love was.

"My conscience is clear because I haven't done anything wrong. As for you…" Shirley hurriedly stopped her. "Mom, everyone's here to celebrate my marriage. Don't spout nonsense just because you're drunk!" Gretchen stopped and composed herself when she heard that. Then, she said to me, "I didn't say anything. I was just chatting with Shirley's in-laws." Shirley relaxed. She turned to me with a smile and said, "See, Mel? Mom didn't say anything. Let's talk about this after the wedding, okay? We can work things out as a family."

The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!" And it reminded me of something Nathan had said to me just the night before. "You have no idea how scared I was after I woke up. I was scared that I had missed my chance with you, scared you had already married someone else. Thank God John was blind and clueless, or I would've lost you forever." The crowd was still caught up in the emotion when suddenly, someone barged in. "Willow, are you even human? The whole family is falling apart and you're here getting married?"

But slowly, she noticed a subtle change in his eyes and the tightening of his jaw. “Has he hurt you?” he asked, a protective edge in his voice almost easily unnoticed. “Not physically, no,” she replied, shaking her head. Lars leaned back, tilting his head as he propped his head with his hand, his eyes narrowing as he considered the situation. “We need to do something—something that will make it clear to him that he has to go.” Natalie looked at him, hope flickering in her eyes mixed with hesitation. “Yes, but what?” He paused for a moment, then leaned forward, his gaze intense but cold. “We get married.” Natalie's eyes widened in shock. “Married? Lars, that's... that's crazy.”

Just like this marriage. I looked at myself in the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt before turning to face James. "Do you have the key for the new penthouse?" I asked, my voice dripping with heavy sarcasm. "The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?"

It was like the cells in my head were throwing a wild after-party, banging against my skull and tugging on my eye sockets as they danced. “Here.” Davy held out two tablets, and he helped me into a sitting position, watching as I took them and closed my eyes, waiting for the effect to take place. “Where are we, love?” I whispered, the drummers in my head quieting down after they had received their bribe—Advil. The room was brown and white; the table beside it held little, and yet it held no recognition. The bed was too small to be ours; otherwise, I would be sure to get a refund or even leave the marriage, as there was no way I was consummating my wedding with this tiny-ass bed that seemed li

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.