Tangled Wedding Mga Nobela at Kwento

The celebration was in full swing but Lila felt detached, her mind wandering to the bitter reality of her marriage. Across the table, Rachel, her husband’s mistress sat perched like a peacock. The woman had single-handedly turned Lila’s life into a living nightmare. She and James had been stealing glances at each other throughout the ceremony. Their poorly disguised performance was a public display meant to wound Lila. She absentmindedly stirred her drink, wishing she could leave but social decorum demanded her presence. She was trapped, forced to put on a smiling face for the sake of appearances.

Didn’t someone ever tell her that her voice was so ugly? ‘I heard that.’ She spoke, getting annoyed. ‘My wedding is after three wedding days. I will hand over the royal pup, but in return, you will have to hand over that vampire to me.’ ‘Deal.’ She agreed. ‘Perfect.’ ‘Remember that if you break it, then you will watch your mate die.' She threatened. . #TBC

That was the moment I got all teary, I get to spend the rest of my life with the man I love. "Yes I will marry you," I replied joyfully The rest of my life would be amazing and nothing short of blissful. Or so I thought, not until I got visited by the ghost of the past on my wedding day.

But getting into a fight with someone, especially Elena, was the last thing I wanted. “You know what Gwen? You should count yourself lucky that Andrew did not make sure you ended up in jail," she mocked. "However, I am not that generous; I could sue you for trespassing on my property." “Your property?” Was she and Andrew married already? She didn't post anything relating to that on her I*******m page and I know Elena, her entire life is online. “Yes, I and Andrew are getting married soon and I don't want to have his slut of an ex wife anywhere around us” She blurted.

Dante stumbled backward, his gaze hollow as he stared at the hotel entrance in utter disbelief. The wedding had been canceled. "Ms. Ford canceled the wedding herself," the hotel employee added quietly. Maria's expression turned icy at once. She questioned Dante, "What's going on? Today's the wedding day, but where is she? Didn't you say that everything had already been arranged?" Dante's throat was all clammed up. It took him a while to squeeze out the words, "I don't know…"

The world felt suddenly smaller, the threads of fate tangling in ways I hadn’t anticipated. What was a married woman doing in a club like that, anyway? Not just any married woman, but Hector’s wife. The Hector Woods who had… who had done what he did. My jaw tightened at the thought. Revenge had been my sole focus for so long, a carefully constructed plan set in motion. Avery was supposed to be collateral, an unfortunate connection to my target. But that kiss… it had stirred something unexpected within me. A flicker of… something. Curiosity? Maybe even… attraction? I pushed the thought away, annoyed. Emotions were a weakness, a distraction from the task at hand.

“Your friend was supposed to meet me today to sign the final contract.” My eyebrows scrunched. “Contract?” His gray eyes met mine. “To be my contract wife.” My breath hitched. My mouth fell open and my brain short-circuited. The fuck? Contract wife?! What the hell is he talking about?! “You’re joking,” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “There’s no way Mica agreed to something like that.” He didn’t say anything. Just kept watching me. I scrambled for my phone. “I’ll call her right now—”

Matteo saw the crowd around. He noticed the pool of blood oozing from between my legs. He panicked and tried to approach me to help me up. Tia grabbed hold of his arm. "What was happening?! Why were you planning a wedding with her? She seduced you and you got confused, isn't it?" The crowd surrounded him and started piping, "Sir, have you any idea how brazen that homewrecker was to have attacked your wife?!"

Two fucking days. Her white wedding dress—lace and satin, the one she’d spent months picking out—got tangled around her legs as they dragged her toward the exit. The veil tore halfway off, dangling from her pinned-up blonde hair. Mark was shouting her name, trying to crawl after her, but one of the masked men kicked him hard in the ribs and pointed a gun at his head. “Stay down, groom,” the man growled. “She belongs to someone else now.”

she said, cupping my face. If I tell her all that Zale did, would the marriage end? Do I want to let Zale go without trying? I know he's still traumatized by his ex-girlfriend. I want him to heal and know that I am different from her. "Thank you, mama for caring about me but since I agreed to the marriage, I already made up my mind to see through it." I held her hands in mine. "If a day comes and I can't handle it, I know how to walk away but I just don't want to live with regret, to give up without trying."