The One With The Lesbian Wedding

“Stop the wedding,” Revan’s voice boomed across the garden. It was loud and clear that it made everyone freeze. Citrine smiled and slowly let go of Gael’s arm, perplexing every guest. “Citrine, babe, w-what are you doing?” he stuttered. He was about to grab her hand when the sex video of him and Citrine’s half-sister began to play. Embarrassed by his cheating ass, he quickly left the venue along with Trisha. “Now, sorry about that father; can we continue the ceremony?” Citrine asks politely as if nothing has happened. “But the groo—” “I am here,” Revan said as he approached Citrine. *** Citrine Lustrio is the illegitimate daughter of a business tycoon; she grew up being mistreated and neglected by her family, and to make matters worse, she discovered her fiancé cheating on her with her half-sister. Determined to break free from her messed-up life and exact revenge, she struck a deal with Revan, the CEO of Soldevilla Group—the man who had betrayed and broken her heart six years ago.

Sebastian's voice came from behind her, low and knowing. "You want to get back at them, don't you?" Kaira's gaze remained fixed on the disappearing figure of her sister, her emotions simmering just below the surface. She hated how easily Sebastian read her, seeing depths others missed. "Yes," she confessed, her voice laced with venom. "I want them to feel the same pain I feel." Sebastian stepped forward, his eyes locking onto hers as he gently wiped away the tears threatening to spill. His touch was soothing, but his words sparked a fire within her. "You can't take them down in your current state," he said, his voice soft but resolute. "But I can. I can make them pay, princess." Kaira's focus snapped to his, curiosity igniting in her eyes. "How?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Sebastian's smirk was a slow, deliberate curve of his lips. "Marry me," he said, the words dropping like a bombshell. Kaira's eyes widened, shock etched on her face.

At the wedding banquet, my fiancé arrived late with his first love in a best man's outfit, while the groom's suit was thrown on the sofa in a mess. "Quentin, today is our wedding..." "Natalie!" Quentin interrupted me sharply, his eyes full of warnings. "I think you should know what to say and what not to say. Be accommodating and don't make me hate you." I laughed bitterly. Just because Quentin's first love lost her memory, everyone was playing a game of finding memories with her, so we had to hide it from her and coax her, and not overwhelm her. In order to comfort me, Quentin came forward and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Nat, you can understand me, right?" I nodded to show my understanding, turned around, and took the hand of the real best man to join in holy matrimony. Later, when I was shopping in the mall while pregnat, he stopped me with tears in his eyes: "Nat, we were all acting, weren't we? How did you get pregnant?"

Dahil sa maagang pagpapagawa ng last will and testament ng Daddy niya, hindi tuloy alam ni Autheia ano ang gagawin. Wala siyang nobyo paano niya mabibigay ang hiling ng Daddy niya na bigyan ito ng apo. Dahil hindi niya makukuha ang mana nilang magkakapatid hangga't hindi nila mabibigyan ng apo ang Daddy nila. Hindi lang apo, kailangan ay maikasal sila. Sa kaso ni Autheia wala pa sa isip niya ang mga bagay na iyon. Hindi pa niya natutupad ang pangarap niyang makapagpatayo ng sariling negosyo. Isang pangyayari ang nagpabago ng buhay niya, nang dumalo sila sa kasal ng pinsan ng kaibigan niyang si Qiana. Hindi sinipot ng bride ang groom na pinsan ni Qiana. At sa hindi inaasahan ay magkakilala pala ang Daddy ni Khrysaor at Daddy niya. Kaya naman humandong ang mga ito sa isang desisyon na ipakasal ang mga anak nila. Hindi lang para sa negosyo kundi parehong gusto ng mga magulang nila na magkaroon na ng apo. Mapapayag kaya si Autheia sa desisyon ng Daddy niya, o susuwayin niya ang gusto neto. Kilala niya ang lalaki pero isang beses lang niya nakausap ito noon, noong nag-aaral pa lang sila hindi niya alam ano ang ugali neto. Mas lalong nabahala siya sa dahilang iniwan ito ng bride niya sa mismong kasal neto. Baka may mas malalim itong dahilan. Matutuloy kaya ang planong kasal sa kanila o tatakasan niya na lang ito gaya ng ginawa ng dating bride ni Khrysaor.

My boyfriend of eight years secretly plans the grand wedding I've always dreamed of. Just as I'm overwhelmed with joy, he sends me to a landslide zone to replace his true love. Turns out, the entire wedding is for her. Heartbroken, I walk away. But just as I enter the experimental site, a second landslide hits. At the wedding, he finally panics when news breaks that I've gone missing.

Citrine Lustrio is the illegitimate daughter of a well-known business tycoon in the country. She grew up enduring mistreatment from her family, and to make things worse—she's being married off to a man trice her age. Determined to break free from her messed-up family and get revenge for all the mistreatment and betrayal, she made a deal with Revan; the ruthless CEO and the heir of Soldevilla—the greatest rival of her family.

Every woman who marries into the Ardhana family dies on her wedding night. Alika, a quiet orphan with no memory of her origins, receives an unexpected marriage proposal from Damar Ardhana—a wealthy heir known for his cold demeanor and the dark rumors surrounding his bloodline. The townspeople whisper of a curse. Seven brides. Seven deaths. All on the first night. Alika doesn’t believe in superstitions—until she finds herself standing in front of an ancient mansion atop a mist-covered hill, saying vows to a man who won’t meet her gaze. That night, she hears whispers behind the walls. Sees a bride in the mirror who isn’t her. And remembers fragments of a life she never lived. Something isn’t right. Something inside this house wants her dead. But something else… wants her to remember. Now, trapped between a marriage she can’t escape and a past that won’t stay buried, Alika must uncover the truth before she becomes the next name on the gravestone. Because this curse doesn’t kill at random. It kills for a reason.

While setting up the wedding bed, I discovered an unidentified liquid on the sheets. In my new marital home, someone else had already stayed here! My mind went completely blank, and I video-called my fiance. Surprisingly, the call was answered instantly. "The new bed is really soft. I tried it out for you," said Jeremy's assistant, Rachel. She smiled, flirtatious and smug. Perfect. I don't want this man anymore.

Once there was a king and a queen with three lovely daughters. The youngest, Psyche, was so beautiful, so fair of face and form that she was revered throughout the land, and the people of her kingdom reached out to touch her as she passed. No suitors dared to cross her doorstep. So highly was she worshiped that Psyche was deeply lonely. Her beauty became legend, far and wide, and it was not long before words reached the ears of Venus. Tales of the young princess enraged the jealous goddess, and she made plans to dispose of her. Venus called upon her own daughter, Cupid to do her bidding. It was meant to be a quick mission except Cupid did not expect to find herself entranced by the same passion she inflicted on others. |Note: This is a lesbian retelling of the Roman Mythology, not Greek|

Harusnya, impianku menikah dengan pria yang mapan dan tampan. Nyatanya, aku malah menikah sama duda beranak satu. Iya, sih, suamiku mapan dan tampan. Tapi, mendiang istrinya nggak harus nempel terus di hidup kami dong! Emang aku lebih buruk dari mendiang istri suamiku, ya? Apa iya aku nggak pantes gantiin posisi perempuan yang udah meninggal itu? Ah, ternyata, menikah dengan duda tampan dan mapan itu ribet!