The Wedding He Never Noticed Novels & Stories

The wedding music kept looping through the venue, but due to my absence, the grand wedding had to come to an abrupt end. Guests stood around exchanging uncertain glances, and whispered conversations echoed across the hall. “What happened? This is the Don’s wedding of the century, and the bride didn’t even show up?” “That can’t be right. Everyone knows Lewis dotes on Eve, and she’s a subject of envy in all of Napels. Why would she choose to run away from that kind of power and a wedding like this?”

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

The first time I found Adrian and his private assistant, Mia, texting each other good night after midnight, we had our biggest fight yet. After that, when I asked him to keep his distance, he deliberately got even closer to her, determined to make me stop being so sensitive. He took Mia shopping for furniture for our future home, let her sit beside him in his car, and when I was sick with a fever, left me alone while he took her to his family’s estate. Every time I said something hurt me, Adrian pushed a little further. Eventually, I stopped asking. Adrian thought he had finally won. At the housewarming party for our new Tribeca penthouse, I pressed my finger to the smart lock. Fingerprint

I only wanted to cherish the stability I had now. Three months later, Matteo and I held a warm, intimate wedding. There were no crowds of guests, only family and close friends from both sides. I wore a white wedding gown and walked down the aisle on Papa's arm, step by step, toward Matteo, who was waiting for me. He stood at the end of the church aisle, his gaze tender and resolute. "I do." When the priest asked, I answered without hesitation, my voice clear and firm. Matteo held my hand tightly and whispered in my ear, "From now on, I'll spend my life protecting you and the child, giving you both happiness."

Shame. He never imagined he would marry like this, without love, without happiness, without family present. Only a small group of people: Adrian as a witness, Leon as his best man, and a few hotel staff hired to handle the event. No relatives, no business associates, no luxury that he usually had for every important event in his life. "You look like you're attending a funeral, not a wedding," Adrian said as he entered the room, patting Sebastian's shoulder. "Because this feels like a funeral," Sebastian replied flatly. "The funeral of my pride."

Answered another question with practiced ease. Anyone watching would have seen the perfect couple. Only Michael noticed that her smile never quite reached her eyes. His thumb brushed lightly across the back of her hand. Once. She didn't pull away. She didn't respond either. That silence hurt more than any argument ever could. Michael stepped out of formation. "Excuse me." He pushed between guests, ignoring the confused voices behind him. By the time he reached the pillar… No one was there. Only an open service door swaying gently.He hurried into the hallway.

From the time I was 22 until I turned 30, Brianna Everly and I had a wedding every year. The only thing we never had was a marriage certificate. She said she was afraid of marriage, terrified that we'd end up like her parents. So I gave her eight years to prepare herself—until our eighth wedding, when Brianna showed up in the wrong wedding dress. It looked just like the wedding dress she'd always worn for our ceremonies, except for one detail. The name embroidered along the neckline wasn't mine. It was my best friend, Leon Stratford's. I was about to confront Brianna when my brother, Dominic Sterling, grabbed my arm. "Harrison, it's been eight years. What's the point of digging into it no

My fiancé Damian Crowley and I'd been together for six years. But the night before my wedding, he demanded that I let my twin sister, Chloe Lambert, take my place as the bride. "Chloe doesn't have much time left. This is her only dream. Think of it as granting your sister's last wish." My own parents jabbed their fingers in my face and yelled at me too. They said I owed Chloe my life. It was only a wedding, they said, and I should stop being so selfish. Three years ago, I'd slipped and fallen into the water, and Chloe had supposedly risked her life to save me. She'd been in fragile health ever since. From then on, my family blamed me for everything. I walked on eggshells around them and gav

I added the last part making him smile. He glanced around us looking at the people and I followed his gaze to see him staring at the family members lost in their own world enjoying the wedding and of course the love birds still fighting but also trying to be cozy. “I have attended these kind of weddings prior but this…” he trailed off before turning his gaze to my face. “What?” I asked him curiously. “This wedding felt like something special because of the bonding with the family members and their craziness.” He replied caressing my cheek.

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.