Tangled Wedding Novels & Stories

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."

I recalled how Emma would repeat the same excuse. "You have to see it from my side, Shawn. I'm the CEO of a company, so I definitely have to lead by example and keep my promises. Charlie is a high-stakes hire as well, so I can't afford to have him feeling slighted." I reflected on that and became even more convinced that they had made a game out of my wedding every time. Did they really think I wouldn't notice? Their wager during the 19th time was that the wedding would be called off if Charlie could run from the hall to the stage, which was only 330 feet, in under a minute. Charlie, standing close to six feet and three inches, could have easily made it even by crawling.

Unless “Did something happen?” “Ha! Just pull up the news, I’m dying over here. It’s too much to explain in one sentence, this might be the messiest wedding disaster of the entire year!” “Family drama? What kind?” Nora pulled up TikTok. Sure enough, right alongside “wedding of the year” her own, sat a second trending tag: Richard Whitfield’s wedding. She clicked the first clip. No sound needed, the chaos spoke for itself.

Her hands were still bound by his tie so tightly that it left red marks on her wrists. She lifted her chin and received his punishing kiss. Her arms drooped helplessly before her torso, swaying gently between them. Everyone could see that tie around her wrists clearly, but no one dared to whisper a word about it. In full view of all the guests, their marriage was solemnized, with Stella as the captured and shackled bride. The news spread like wildfire online. Very soon, their grand wedding had alternative headlines to it. “Caged Wedding.” “The Shackled Bride.”

He bragged, "If the others in our circle hear we've become in-laws with the Gilbert family, they'll die of envy! When we hold the wedding, invite every one of those young entrepreneurs who keep buttering up to me. "They'll faint when they see Mr. Gilbert in person! Most businessmen can only dream of meeting him." I propped my chin on my hand and looked lazily at Tori. "But didn't you say that Mom's rising sign clashed with Mikael's? And didn't you say she wasn't fit to attend the wedding?" Tori let out an awkward laugh and said, "Ah, well… That was my mistake. I recalculated everything afterward, and it turns out that it was a perfect match. It wouldn't be the same without your mom there."

So, I stood beside her, digging my fingers into my flesh again and as blood spurted out, I splashed it over her dress. It was subtle, and it was quickly hidden beneath the ruffles of the dress. “Smile, brother.” She nudged me. “No matter what, nothing is going to stop this wedding.” I said nothing, but only smiled lightly. Only a pure Luna could complete the marriage rites, and she had been tainted.

Suddenly, an uninvited guest crashed the wedding halfway through. It was Carlo. He was bony, wearing a wrinkled suit, and holding a wilted bouquet of roses. He staggered in front of me, babbling, "Rosa… look, I brought you your favorite roses. Won't you marry me? Let's get married today." Luca's bodyguards moved in to remove him, but I held my hand up. I took the wilted bouquet of roses and looked straight at him. "Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding."

Celeste said firmly “What?? We told you we were against that plan, that was why we asked for your help” Ralph lamented “I’m not done talking. Can you just allow me to finish?” Celeste asked. Ralph nodded, knowing that he had to let her speak.“I’m sorry for interrupting, you can go ahead” Celeste let out a sigh of relief and continued, “As I was saying, Lovette and Gabriel will tie the knot, but the twist is that it won't be Lovette getting married, it will be me in her shoes," she explained with a smile.