Tangled Wedding Novels & Stories

~133 part I~ Chiara Oh, just when I thought the day was the best day of my life, the Contis weren’t done giving me heart attacks. I returned home to a surprise wedding ceremony. Of course, Carmelo knew everything. He planned this with both of our families throughout the year. And the fact that I caught no whiff of it shocked me. I was focused on the vacation and nothing else. There were a number of people waiting to tend to me because the ceremony had already begun. I washed up. Some did my hair, some did my face, and some were busy with my dress and jewelry.

Including the nursery for their "little miracle." Tilly's reaction is one of manic laughter. "Of course!" She shakes her head as her tears turn to frenzied chuckles. "We can't even win at this game. He beat us to it. So ruining my wedding day is for nothing. We might as well turn the boat around. No need to have a pitstop in Ensenada...The wedding is off!"

"What are your ideas for my wedding from the list that my fiance provided." Rachel nervously glance at Cruela beside her. "If I may intrude Mr. Rosen-Hower." "No you may not." Gideon glared at Cruela then switch his glance to Rachel. "Well?" With a determined look Rachel proceeds to paint a Enchanted Forest/Garden Vibe for my wedding with flowers that will not trigger my allergies. When she mentioned that we can have the lantern festival the same in Tangled my eyes sparkles and I saw Gideon smirk.

The floor tilted. And then darkness. When I woke, my limbs were stiffed and my throat were sore from screaming. The lock turned and the door creaked open. My father stood in the doorway. His expression was unreadable, but his next words sent a chill straight to my bones. "Ella is still missing, and today is her wedding." His voice was strained. "You’ll have to marry him instead." I blinked. The words didn’t make sense. "What did you just say?" My voice was barely above a whisper.

The media erupted with shocking news of Sebastian’s secret wedding just days after their marriage. The revelation left everyone eager to uncover the identity of the mysterious woman who had captured the heart of the elusive bachelor. Women who had once dreamed of winning him for themselves were consumed with envy. The Blackwoods were no exception, though they seemed more intent on using the news to taunt Kaira. “I wonder what Mr. Ashford’s wife looks like,” Claudia mused aloud, her eyes glued to the headlines. “She must be incredibly beautiful and, no doubt, of high status.”

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.

There was a post on T*****r: me cheering at the front row excitedly, and Jayden on the center line, with Megan contract written on him. I scrolled further. The first tweet was from one Carrie Manor: "Charlie is a darling. Gosh, she openly supported a rival. I can't do it." Another person tweeted under it: "Even I can't do it. Imagine school life for the two." "The Masked Biker really reduced himself to fight over a spot with a girl. He's an Alpha. She's an Omega." "Isn't this too much hearsay? Jayden got Megan's request the second he beat Frost's local biker." That was Paul defending the post with an email from Megan.

“That’s why we’re doing this together. One big sendoff.” We dive into the planning again—guest list, food tasting dates, seating charts, whether or not Uncle Micah can be trusted near the open bar. For once, our rhythm is perfect. No fights. No underhanded comments. Just two sisters plotting out one of the most important days of our lives. But that night, the dream comes again. I’m standing in my wedding dress. The train is soaked in blood. Tessa’s collapsed near the altar, her hair fanned out, red soaking into her ivory gown.

If our marriage was going to be like this it would be bearable. I laid on the bed hoping to get some sleep after a very stressful day. It was my wedding day but it felt like I attended a funeral, my funeral. The feeling of hot air on my neck woke me up. I opened my eyes to see Arrow directly on top of me. His eyes on mine. I pushed him off my body with so much force I knocked him to the ground, running to the other end of the room to avoid him. “Are you crazy? What The hell is wrong with you, you pervert?” I yelled as I tried to cover my body with my arms.

Similarly, when Ken shows up on weekends, I know there's no way I'm getting out of this wedding without killing him or him getting killed. There was a problem with everything at this wedding. First, the minister who had to officiate the marriage left when he realized the groom had run away. The second I realized Ken had run away, I sent everyone out, the caterers, guests, photographers, the flower girl, Ken's family, and friends. In addition, Ken's mother has taken the wedding rings with her. Usually, the wedding rings were the bridegroom's responsibility and the maid of honor. Ken's mother insisted on keeping it with her for some odd reason until the wedding processional started. There is n