The Sixth Wedding Novels & Stories

Inside were the bands I had picked up myself, our names engraved along the inner edges. “Adrian, today is our seventh anniversary. It is also the wedding we spent six months preparing.” “I know.” “But this is a life-or-death matter. You have always been the sensible one. Help her get through this.” I said nothing. “She has severe depression. Her only obsession is to wear a wedding dress once and marry me once.” “It has no legal force. The Moretti marriage papers have not changed. You are still my fiancée.” Legally, maybe. But in the Moretti world, whoever stood beside the Don at that altar became his Donna in the eyes of the family.

His ears trembled slightly, and there was a tremor in his voice. "Harper, what are you talking about?" "Didn't we make an appointment? You were to attend the covenant ceremony between Emma and me today, send us blessings, and then wait for me to marry you in a year. How can you marry someone else?" I looked at him coldly, and my tone was very firm. "Jonah, I'm not kidding. I'm going to marry Alpha William today." Jonah panicked and his tone became weak. "Harper, are you still angry with me? Are you doing this this deliberately?"

My hands shook with rage as I slammed the door and left. When I finally got home, the suffocating anger still would not dissipate. Then, of all people, Mr. Hundred-Times showed up. He shoved his hand with the diamond ring right in front of my eyes. "Sharon gave this to me! She’s taking me to the Maldives for our honeymoon. The tickets are already bought!" I felt dazed. When we first got married, we were poor. The word "honeymoon" only existed in the promises she painted for me. Later, when we had money, she could not even be bothered to paint the promise anymore.

“Celine, Everything in this world doesn’t work how you care. There are some rules that we need to follow as citizens of a state, and according to California state, I can’t marry you right now as I’m a married man. Even if I get a divorce from Lauren, we need to wait at least six months before I marry you. You need to understand this stuff.” “I don’t care.” She uttered those three words, locking her eyes with mine. “Do whatever you need to get that marriage tag off your status. It’s not that I mind, but if you wish to follow the law, then do whatever the hell you need to do. But Gavin Astor, end this stuff quickly before the day our wedding takes place. We are going to get married exactly two

I can’t help asking. “Let me think.” His face lights up. “The one with the lobsters. Classic.” “No, the wedding,” I object. “It has to be the wedding. ‘With this Smith and Wesson 59, I thee wed.’ ” I watched that episode about ninety-five times. It was Dirk and Sally’s second wedding (after they’d divorced and left the force and been recruited back in season four), and it was the best TV wedding ever. “No, the kidnap double bill.” Ben has sat up in his hammock and is hugging his knees. “That was epic. Hey, listen. Listen.” His face brightens. “We’ll do it as Dirk and Sally.”

I said, "Whatever it is, I'm going ahead with the divorce. The house you and your mother are currently occupying is my premarital property. I'll give you a week to move out." After that, I turned and left without another look back. I went to a hotel and had a good night's sleep. When I woke up the following morning, I saw that yesterday's debacle had made the local news. "Plot twist after plot twist—a woman uses her sister-in-law's identification to see a doctor and tries to frame her sister-in-law for having syphilis!" "Crazy woman claims daughter-in-law has an STD but ends up ruining her daughter's wedding." It was also through the Internet that I learned what had happened after Gretchen a

Dante stumbled backward, his gaze hollow as he stared at the hotel entrance in utter disbelief. The wedding had been canceled. "Ms. Ford canceled the wedding herself," the hotel employee added quietly. Maria's expression turned icy at once. She questioned Dante, "What's going on? Today's the wedding day, but where is she? Didn't you say that everything had already been arranged?" Dante's throat was all clammed up. It took him a while to squeeze out the words, "I don't know…"

“Does that mean she is your mate? And should we expect a wedding?” “No and No.” He denies within a heartbeat, staring straight into the camera lens as if trying to make sure that I heard him loud and clear. I did. And I’m shattered. Just like me, the journalists have gone silent with shock and disbelief. Only the clicking sound of cameras and flashes can be heard from the TV. “The sixth bride might have broken the curse, but she is not my mate.” He adds and the human silence ensues for a short while.

she murmured, not looking at me. “He’s getting bolder,” I corrected. “Are you okay? You look like you can’t breathe.” “I’m fine, Ale. It’s just a dress. It’s just a ring. It’s just a Russian guy I’ve met twice.” She took a deep breath and finally looked at me. "Father just told me the guest list for the rehearsal. He’s... he’s intense, Ale. The man I’m marrying. He’s everything Father wants. Strong, loud, famous. A warrior."

The man I had married six months ago in a ceremony that felt more like a corporate merger than a wedding. Our families had arranged everything from the beginning. The Moreaus owned half the luxury real estate in three states. The Voss family controlled the shipping and logistics that moved goods through those properties. The merger would save both sides billions in the long run. The wedding was huge. Televised in certain circles. Covered in magazines that called it “the union of the decade.” We smiled for the cameras, said our vows in front of five hundred people, and then retreated to separate suites on our honeymoon in the Maldives. I spent the week reading novels on the beach alone.