Tangled Wedding の小説・ストーリー

I was curious to see how the Bastion family would deal with the crisis. However, I was just about to leave the venue when Jamie called me, sounding panicked. "An issue came up at the wedding venue, Mr. Heaton. I'm afraid that I can't cancel the ceremony." He seemed to struggle for the right words to say before he sighed and continued, "Why don't you come to the second floor and take a look for yourself?" When I got to the second floor, I immediately understood what the issue was. The wedding ceremony was still proceeding. However, the wedding photo of Tiffany and me that had been placed at the entrance had been replaced by a photo of her and Justin.

And stamped right across the bottom in white letters were two words that made my stomach drop: TIC TOC. “Oh, fantastic,” I muttered, setting the cup down so hard the desk rattled. “Because what every secret wedding needs is a countdown.” A second later, Jake’s message came through. “Tell me I’m not seeing this right.” I groaned and slumped back in my chair. Henry:Oh, you’re seeing it right. Someone crashed your fairy-tale courthouse wedding and forgot to RSVP. No reply. Henry:Don’t go full Ryland Rage on me, man. We talked about keeping your temper until at least the honeymoon.

One way or another, this fight would lead to complete and utter termination. Second Wedding Take Two had gone off without a hitch—other than Cadence’s friend from high school, Taylor, momentarily forgetting the words to the song she was singing during the ceremony. Cadence didn’t even notice, she’d been so captivated by the eyes of her husband, but someone pointed it out to her later. In fairness, “Broken Arrow” was kind of an obscure song, but she’d always loved it and thought the lyrics were fitting to their situation.

Till Death Do Us Part Hunter pov The morning of ourr wedding dawned clear and bright over Silverstone territory, the autumn air crisp with the promise of change. After everything we had endured—rejection, separation, warfare, and betrayal— Tara and I had decided to move forward with our ceremony despite the ongoing threats. Some moments were too important to postpone for fear.

And the tragedy of it—the love that was right there, within reach, but forbidden by a lie—hung over the wedding. Then, the doors banged open again. The spell broke. Kael didn't move. Lyra didn't move. They stayed there, kneeling, hands touching, and staring at each other while the Wedding March began to play for the wrong bride.

Yet, he held on tightly, unyielding in his resolve. "I care not for your father; my only concern is what is rightfully mine, and you, my dear, belong to me now," his voice was laced with possessiveness and determination as we continued our desperate flight. "But the wedding has been cancelled," I protested, hoping reason would penetrate the darkness clouding his judgment. His gaze met mine, filled with a chilling intensity that sent shivers down my spine. We hailed a passing cab and climbed inside, our getaway vehicle hurtling away from the scene of chaos.

But as she glanced around, her eyes fell on the rest of the wedding guests, who were staring in stunned horror. Every single person at the wedding had their eyes on them, mouths agape. The murmurs, the gasps. They crushed the air with an unmatched tension. The wedding had completely collapsed into chaos. One part of her was grateful, thankful this sham of a wedding was runied. But another part of her was utterly confused and unable to sort out how she felt. Her feelings were all jumbled together, making her head spin. Cassie felt used. And by a Silverwood. Arden approached her on purpose. Yes, it was mutual agreement. But she would have never agreed to it had she known who he was.

His fingers tighten around my neck, cutting off the air flow and my screams. " You thought you could leave me locked behind bars and move on, continue fucking other guys behind my back? That's not how things go, Kara. You are mine, whether alive or dead." Valentine growls,his grip on my neck tightening. I try to scream but my vocal cords are restricted. I try to claw his hands off my neck but he is too strong and I am weakening with each passing moment. The bag in my hand slips and falls, spilling the groceries onto the sidewalk. My legs lose their strength and I start losing consciousness. The last thing I remember is the feeling of someone pulling Valentine away from me.

He annoyingly pulled the tie and groaned. “What the fuck is happening? Why would my dad want me to withdraw from the wedding? And now he proposed to me to marry Tamara!” Taggart half yelled, irritatingly. Everest glanced at another guard who drove them as he sat in the front seat. Taggart looked so frustrated. Everest was thinking hard, though he had no idea how to say it. “Do you want to drink something, sir?” Taggart shook his head. He threw his head and then closed his eyes stressfully. The driver shook his head to Everest. He was looking for a direction and where to head.