The Wedding Date Jasmine Guillory Novels & Stories

This embrace was long overdue. "Jasmine, marry me." I held her for a long, long time. Jasmine cried tears of joy. Her tears soaked my shirt. We held each other, overwhelmed with happiness at having found each other again. A week later, Jasmine was discharged. I gave her the most magnificent wedding in the world. She walked toward me in a wedding dress custom-made by a top global designer, her eyes brimming with happiness. In that moment, the one even happier than her was me.

Alek I’d never thought someone would leave me speechless until I met Jasmine. She looks like a goddess in her white couture bridal gown as she walks down the aisle. The bodice fits like a second skin on her, while I wear a bespoke midnight blue tux. The preparation was rushed, but it turned out perfect just as I visualized. And her smile takes my breath away, and I’m the luckiest man to be her groom, her mate, her lover, and best friend.

Amelia felt as if she was in a trance. It was her 25th birthday. She was just waiting for Jasper Gu to spend a beautiful day full of love. How could this be? Last night, Jasper Gu had promised to propose to her on her birthday. How is it possible that now he was getting married to Yolanda Mo? Amelia held the wedding invitation card as her eyes became blurred and her heart throbbed painfully. Suddenly, Amelia straightened her spine and took a deep breath. She needed an explanation for this. There must be some mistake somewhere! This could not be true!

The crowd laughed again. "I feel so special to become the wife of such a unique and incredible person like you," Jasmine said. "I can't wait to look back at this day and the coming ones when we grow old and gray together. I love you, Jace, now and forever." The priest asked Jace Graham, "Jace Graham, do you take Jasmine Beth for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

She couldn't let herself be destroyed by Julian's betrayal and the scandal. "Very well! I will try to rise again." A week later, Julian Sterling's wedding venue stood grandly at a Malibu beachfront hotel. Crystal glass glittered, and white roses lined the staircase. Reporters crowded the front, cameras flashing every second. And among the crowd, Cassandra Vance stood silently.

I glared at Gisele and followed her to the back of the shop, where she showed me drawings of a shapeless ankle-length dress with a neckline that reminded me of a tank top. “Long gloves and a cloche hat will complete the look,” Gisele said. I was shaking with anger. “This is not what I want. Cassidy shouldn’t have told you it was.” I handed Gisele my drawings. “If you can’t make this dress for my wedding, I will go somewhere else.” “Daisy, I’m glad I ran into you.” It was Lily James. “I got Moon Glow’s manager to reserve your wedding date. “It’s a bit pricey, but no other place will do.”

“With twenty questions.” “I haven’t asked twenty yet.” I looked at Ash again. He seemed so grown already. Then at Zane. Then at the hand Zane still rested calmly against Dianna’s back. As far as I remembered, he’d gotten married about five years ago. The numbers entered my head, pulled out a chair, and sat down without being invited. I took a glass of champagne from a passing server’s tray. None of my business. “Jasmine!” I turned just as a flash of gold and the scent of amber wrapped around me.

The entire mansion had been transformed into something that looked like… “A wedding,” I muttered under my breath, the word tasting bitter. My pulse kicked up a notch. Why the hell was Hassan Al-Rashid conducting a business meeting on his wedding day? And why had no one bothered to mention that rather significant scheduling conflict when we’d arranged this appointment? I drifted deeper into the crowd, careful not to draw attention but catching fragments of conversations as I passed jeweled throats and perfumed shoulders. “…such a rushed ceremony,” one elegantly dressed woman murmured behind a fan, her voice soft but sharp enough to slice. “I heard they only met a few days ago.”

Something closed. I wasn't Mrs. Hayes. I would never be Mrs. Hayes. Atlas's hand was in mine. He hadn't let go since the altar. He was looking at me like he'd been waiting for this moment for longer than I knew. I would find out, later, that he had been. ******** HIS WEDDING DAY BRIDE Copyright © 2026 by Blueesandy All rights reserved.

Nina Morrison heads down and walks away faster. She gets on the bus. The car television is broadcasting the city entertainment gossip. The female broadcaster is speaking in a Taiwanese accent, "According to the source, Lucien Gray, the president of Gray Family, and Jasmine Harris, a political princess, have set a date for their wedding. Their formal wedding will be held on the 10th of next month at Mountain Hotel. There is a HD photo of Lucien Gray and Jasmine Harris walk out of the restaurant holding each other on the screen.