The Sixth Wedding Novels & Stories

“Traffic.” A brow arched, unimpressed. “Or second thoughts?” I forced myself to meet his gaze. “My family needs the money, Sebastian. Let’s get this over with.” His lips curled slightly, a hint of amusement evident in his eyes. Without another word, he slid the contract toward me. Marriage Agreement Between Sebastian Wolfe and Elena Parker The letters burned into my vision, branding themselves onto my soul. Six months. That’s all it would take. Six months as his wife, bound to his every demand. No escape. No turning back.

I said casually. She looked up. “How is he?” “Getting married still. He's busy helping his woman with the preparations.” Her brows lifted. “Really?” “Apparently love is contagious.” She smiled. “Is it?” I didn’t smile back. “He’s keeping it small,” I said. “Six people. A priest. And a goat.” She laughed, nervously. “A goat?” “Sicilian tradition. Or maybe just Dante being Dante.” I leaned forward. Lowered my voice.

My phone relentlessly buzzed with excited messages. "I'll start planning the wedding right away!" Erica Jones leaned against Christopher Scott while pouting. "Scarlett, you know I never believed in marriage. I just wanted to experience it once, and Anthony and Christopher jumped at the chance to make it happen!" I said nothing. Before I could even react, Christopher slapped the phone from my hand. "Are you deaf? Didn't our family teach you any manners? Erica's being sincere. Why do you have to be so petty that you can't even answer her?"

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

With blue frosting that said "Happy 6th Birthday, Tyler." Be quiet. After that, Zara laughed. "We're going to have a cake with dinosaurs at our wedding." This isn't funny! It's really funny. After all the extortion, visa problems, and corporate spying, a dinosaur cake is what finally did us in. Sophie was already on the phone. "I'm going to repair this. I'll call every bakery in New York City. "We'll have a real cake." Or, Zara said, still giggling. "We keep the cake with the dinosaurs. Tell a story. "Do you remember when we got married and had a cake for a six-year-old's birthday? "Classic." No way. Your wedding is going to be gorgeous. With a lovely cake. "I'm fixing this."

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

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.

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

"Ladies, out. Now." I stood up, stretching my arms as the girls quickly gathered their things and scurried out of the penthouse. "You need to take this seriously, Alex. It's your wedding," James said, his voice dropping into a rare serious tone. "I know, James," I groaned. I walked over to the closet and pulled out the custom Tom Ford tuxedo I was supposed to wear. It was a sharp, midnight-black suit with satin lapels, paired with a crisp white shirt and a silk bow tie. It looked elite, ruthless, and completely devoid of any real joy. Just like this marriage.

Vivienne swallowed, set down her fork, and met Sienna's gaze. "He married me." Sienna laughed coldly. "For paperwork. Not for love." "Still married," Vivienne replied quietly. Sienna's eyes flickered. "He's been with you for six years. Six years, Sienna. And he still hasn't married you." Vivienne tilted her head. "I was his wife. You're just the other woman." Sienna's composure cracked. Her voice sharpened. "Really? Who spent Christmas with him? Who did he take to Paris? Who did he introduce at the charity gala? Certainly not you."