The Day I Married Novels & Stories

To the constant view of gawking eyes staring in disbelief and disappointment in themselves. I sat now and my phone rang again. The speakers buzzing as I had set it on vibrate. My legs stretched out on the table it rested on and my hands now clasped behind my head, holding it steady in relaxation. As I released a sigh, and one that expressed the acknowledgement of my soon coming D-day… The day I proved to everyone that they were wrong. The day I proved to myself that marriage could work without emotions attached, and the day that the name Global Masters hit the screens of every TV and smartphone across the globe in a massive live coverage of a wedding that would shake the city.

THE WEDDING DAY ROSE POV I feel sick to my stomach. I take a deep breath as I stare at my reflection in the mirror wearing the slick bright white dress Amy had prepared for this day. I still can't be convinced today is really happening. Today I will marry a man I've never seen in my life, I'll be his wife till death do us part. No chance to escape or divorce, It’s my grandfather's wish to stay with him for the rest of my life.

She just looked at me, her eyes cold—so cold it was like she’d packed every emotion away, too tired even to give me hatred. I walked up to her, voice low, teeth almost grinding. “What are you doing?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she lifted her hand. On her ring finger, the ring flashed in sunlight—like a bright, merciless verdict. My chest sank. I stared at it, my voice turning harder. “You married him? Do you even know who he is? Do you know what you’re doing?” David didn’t move. He spoke lightly, as if it were nothing. “Henry. Don’t raise your voice. It’s a happy day.”

My phone buzzed on the desk. I almost left it. It buzzed again. I reached over. Tilted the cracked screen toward me. An email. Sender — university administration. Subject — Re: Marriage Validity Query. Supporting Documentation Received. I sat up slowly. Opened it. Read it once. Read it again. My chest went cold. Supporting documentation had been submitted to the board by Dr. V. Ashford. Photographs. Dated. Timestamped. Of Adrian. With a woman. Recent. The timestamp said four days ago.

Ava Today is my wedding day. Can you believe it? My actual wedding day. It's finally here. Today is not someday forced upon me by a man who wants me for his sadistic son while my father stands in the background and watches as my life is ripped apart. No, today is a day randomly picked by a game of darts between me and my husband. A crooked smile tugs at my lips just thinking about how it happened.

Noah's POV The day was finally here, my wedding day. Most people would be excited they were getting married to the love of their life but here I am, sold to my husband like I mean nothing. I have always dreamt of getting married one day, to start a family but I don't think that is possible anymore.

Tomorrow, I'd be his wife, for better or worse. The courthouse clock chimes eleven as I slip into the white silk dress that's simpler than I ever imagined for my wedding day. The fabric whispers against my skin, a contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. Today, I'm marrying Declan Shaughnessy. It's a decision born of necessity, desperation, and a bizarre twist of fate.

a contagious disease. “Poor alpha Adrian forced to consider marrying that thing” The insults followed me all the way to the park house . I made it to my room and slammed the door, pressing my back against it as I finally, finally let myself break . This was my wedding day.my twenty-first birthday. And I was utterly alone . Hours passed in a blur of tears and numbness. Outside my window, I could hear the celebration continuing . I stayed indoors until the sound of the music died down until everywhere was dark.. I still didn’t move.

༺ ♡ ༻ THE BIG DAY ༺ ♡ ༻ ~ JAMIE I woke up with my heart racing and a smile I couldn’t have wiped off my face if I’d tried. Today was the day. After all the waiting, all the planning, and every unexpected disaster of the past few days, our wedding day had finally arrived. I was getting married to Simon. Just thinking about it sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach. That man was going to be my husband. Oh my God. My husband!

I reserve the largest banquet hall in the city, book the entire inventory of three florists six months in advance, and put together 90 thousand crystal lights and 10 thousand champagne roses for a chandelier, just to bring the wedding of Vivian Carroll's dreams to life. When we arrive at the wedding venue, I eagerly anticipate the look on her face when she sees it all. However, the moment I push open the banquet doors, I realize that the floral backdrop is gone. In its place is just a huge black-and-white funeral wreath. Our wedding portrait has also been swapped out for a funeral portrait of Eric Turner, the father of Vivian's best friend, Aaron Turner. Aaron then walks out in black mou