Second Wedding Quotes Novels & Stories

The sour taste of not being able to shift and not being loved had driven Vera into marrying a ruthless Alpha. Vera's life wasn't easy before the marriage but she didn't expect to be married to the Alpha Phil of BlackDiamond Pack. Alpha Phil Hammerstock was rejected by his first mate and it had been two years since Phil took a glassful of rejection but he still had the bitter aftertaste of that night. Every night since that night, the words seemed to re-echo as he shifted. But Lucy’s words weren’t the only words that ached his physique every time he shifted. There were also the words of the Grand Pack Committee, an ultimatum to find a Luna for himself or risk forfeiting the title of Alpha to someone more capable. Alpha Phil had wooed Vera into marrying him but a few months after their marriage, Phil signed a non-disclosure agreement with his first mate to be his breeder because Vera was unable to give him an heir. Does Vera stand a chance to maintain the Luna title or forfeit it to Lucy, Phil's first mate?

Anessa Lourne thought she was a wife. She was wrong. For three years, she waited faithfully at home—unaware that her husband had never claimed her publicly, never loved her privately, and had been using her as a living shield for another woman. The night she uncovers the truth, Anessa loses everything. Her marriage. Her child. Her freedom. Betrayed by the man she loved and manipulated by the woman she called mother, Anessa is forced into a second marriage she never agreed to. Her new husband? Darius Kade Steele. Her ex-husband’s uncle. A man feared by everyone—and desired by none. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. What Anessa doesn’t know is that Darius has been protecting her for years… From the shadows. From monsters who wanted to ruin her. From a marriage that was never real. The man she thought destroyed her life is not the one who betrayed her. And the man who saved her has loved her longer than she ever knew.

Randy’s mother, Monica, was on her dying bed. Her only wish before she died was for him, my alpha boyfriend, to perform our marking ceremony before she passed. When Monica looked at him eagerly, Randy agreed to mark me. But after we left her room, Randy said that he was going to marry Alina. “Alina’s mother is critically ill. She also wants to watch her undergo the marking ceremony before she passes. We can wait a little longer before we conduct our own marking ceremony, Emma.” “But what about your mother? She wants to witness us undergo the marking ceremony too!” “My mother can hang in there a little longer. Don’t worry.” Randy then grabbed the ring that Monica had given to me. It had acted as a symbol of me being her daughter-in-law, but Randy gave it to Alina. Unbeknownst to him, Monica was already at Death’s door, and she was feigning a picture of health in front of him. On the day Monica passed away, Randy performed the marking ceremony with another woman. After I made preparations for Monica’s funeral, I vanished from Randy’s world. To my surprise, he started begging me to become his mate after I left.

At the bachelor party the night before the wedding, the truth-or-dare penalty was brutal—show the most hidden photo on your phone. Gina, Peter's so-called "girl bro," lost. She just grinned and cast her screen onto the big TV. A marriage license filled the screen, stamped by the county clerk. Names: Peter Cooke and Gina Draper. Date: yesterday. The room went dead silent. I stared at Peter's drained face. Gina didn't flinch. She patted his shoulder. "Oops. Guess you found out. Joey, don't take it seriously. Just a dumb bet. I wanted to see what the county clerk's office looked like, so I dared Peter to register a marriage with me." She leaned in, eyes on me like I was the joke. "You're still getting your wedding tomorrow. The vows, the ceremony. I just borrowed your fiancé for a stamp. Don't tell me you're jealous of his buddy." Peter jumped up and pulled me in. "Babe, listen. You're the only one in my heart. It was just a joke." He pulled out the diamond ring, dropped to one knee. "I'll file for divorce first thing tomorrow. It won't mess up our noon wedding. Invites are already out. Don't make this a scene in front of my friends. Once we're married, all my money's yours, okay?" I smiled. He had no clue how any of this worked. Didn't even know divorce came with a thirty-day wait. I didn't take the ring. I pulled out my phone and blasted a group text canceling the wedding.

When the wedding bells rang, my groom, Adrian Moretti, was gone. He was the Don of the Moretti family, and the man I had loved for seven years. By Moretti tradition, today I was meant to be acknowledged as the Don’s wife. Instead, I stood alone before the altar. At the same time, my mother sent a video to our family chat. In it, Adrian knelt in the banquet hall next door and slid my ring onto the finger of my twin sister, Livia Vale. Relatives cheered. My father smiled beside them. Livia cried against Adrian’s shoulder, and he comforted her as if she had always been the bride. I pulled off my veil, ready to demand an explanation, when my mother tagged me. Elena, Livia is your sister. She has always been weak, and she has always given way to you. Let her have this once. I called her with shaking hands. “Why did everyone hide this from me?” “Because you’ve fought with Livia since childhood. If we told you earlier, you would have caused a scene. What if she cut herself again?” “You’re healthy. You can have another wedding later.” “We’re family. Don’t make this ugly over a man.” I held the phone and could not speak. So it was not only my wedding they could give away. They could give me away with it. Then I was done with them.

My fiance, Dante de Rossi, is the heir to a mafia family in Manhorne, and he loves me dearly. Yet, a month before our wedding, he says his family has arranged for him to have a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. Despite my refusal to agree to it, he brings it up daily and tries to push me into it. Half a month before the wedding, I receive a pregnancy report. I find out that Isobel is over a month pregnant. I have yet to give Dante my permission. This is when I realize just how fragile our years-long relationship is. I cancel the wedding and destroy everything he has ever given me. On the day of the wedding, I set off for Etolia to further my medical career. I accept a role with an international medical organization, severing all ties with the mafia. From that moment onward, he and I no longer have anything to do with each other!

Luca and Aria’s union was an impossible one where pack tradition and rules exist but they were not going to let that deter them. But Luca’s relationship with Aria wasn’t going to distract him from his main goal of exacting revenge on the Shadow Moon Pack as he continues to assemble his army. They both have to navigate through the treacherous waters of betrayal, past memories and intricacies of power. With danger looming at every corner even those they fail to see, will the dark waters swallow them? Or will their feelings be strong enough to see them through?

On my wedding day, my fiance's first love appeared at the wedding ceremony wearing the exact same haute couture gown as mine. I watched them stand together at the entrance, greeting the guests as if they were the bride and groom. Maintaining a calm expression, I complimented them, saying they looked like the perfect couple—beauty and brains, a match made in heaven. She burst into tears and fled the scene. He, however, didn't hesitate to humiliate me in front of everyone, accusing me of being petty and narrow-minded. When the wedding banquet was over, he left for what was supposed to be our honeymoon—with her by his side. I didn't argue or cause a scene. Instead, I quietly booked an appointment for an abortion.

On my wedding day, Ethan Westbrook's ex-girlfriend sent word that she was terminally ill. Her dying wish was to wear a wedding dress once in her life. Ethan locked me in the waiting room while he prepared to hold the ceremony with her instead of me to fulfill this wish. I heard his impatient voice through the door as he said to me, "Can't you show some compassion? She's dying. What's wrong with granting her one final wish?" Later, the guy next door who had carried a torch for me for years climbed to the rooftop and begged me to marry him. Ethan stared at me with bloodshot eyes. "Are you really going to throw away our seven-year relationship just for him?" I brushed his hand away. "Should I just let him die? It's only a marriage certificate. Where's your compassion now?"

I'm getting married. But Ryder, my boyfriend of seven years, has no idea. He recently hired a new assistant, Blair, and has been swamped ever since. The two of them are the toast of the high-society circuit, a perfect power couple frequently seen at galas and parties together. To celebrate a major project Blair landed, Ryder booked an entire restaurant for a celebratory dinner. During the dinner, Blair intentionally swapped my lemonade for a strong cocktail. Unaware, I took a large sip. Ryder just watched, smiling playfully as he asked, “How is it, baby? How does it taste?” He forgot. He forgot that I have a deadly alcohol allergy. My throat swelled shut faster than I could have imagined. As I collapsed, the only sounds were my own gasps for air and a porcelain plate shattering on the floor. That night, I lay in the family's private medical wing. When I opened my eyes, the oxygen mask was still pressed to my face. I nodded at my mother. The arranged marriage. I agreed to it.