The Wedding He Never Thought Id Cancel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He hated attention. It wasn't until three days ago, when Arya brought up the studio, that she'd mentioned the wedding. Funny how fast everything crumbled. Her voice stayed steady. "It's fine. The wedding's off." Vincent froze in the doorway. His eyes flashed—panic, sharp and sudden. "What do you mean, the wedding's off?" Serena flinched at his voice but recovered quick. "A friend had something come up. So, wedding's canceled." He didn't push.

The wedding was 30 hours away. The owner of the pizzeria where it was to be held, Bob Walden, had long since helped me decorate the place the way I wanted it. When I called him, he cheerily asked whether I wanted to get more flowers to spruce the place further. I smiled bitterly. "I'm canceling the wedding, Mr. Walden." He sounded relieved. "That's great! You've finally seen sense. No proper man would make his wife settle for a wedding in a pizzeria in this day and age—he's just making a fool out of you!

"It's terrible, Dee! It says here that the wedding was canceled and Denise tried to kill herself!" She showed me the news and I paled, my blood running cold at the thought of someone dying because of me. But I was relieved when I read that Denise was taken to the hospital in time. He did cancel the wedding, but at what cause? What happens now? I so badly wanted to call Trent and talk to him, but I restrained myself and went to the coffee shop instead. Like always, I meditated and focused my mind on the task at hand, but what happened still followed me around like a ghost.

I can imagine the scene - David turning on speaker mode, probably planning to record the call to use against the Moretti family later. "Mr. Harrisson," Damien's cold voice filled the silent ballroom. "The wedding is canceled. Marcus isn't coming." The words hit like ice water. Sophia's face went white under her makeup. Tears started running down her cheeks, ruining the expensive foundation she'd spent hours applying. "What do you mean, canceled?" David's voice cracked. "We're not beggars! The Morettis can't just call off a wedding an hour before it starts!" The silence that followed was heavy. Everyone in the room could hear Damien breathing on the other end of the line.

It took them a long moment to process what they'd just heard. The groom had run out on the wedding! The groom had run out on the wedding! By the time the guests snapped out of their shock, Charles Bishop had already sprinted out the gate and thrown himself in front of the lead wedding car, which was already starting to pull away. The car was a convertible supercar—everything inside was visible. Liam Martin stared coldly at Charles Bishop and said with finality, "The wedding is cancelled. All previous promises are void." "What did you say?"

I'd asked her several times, but she always denied it, insisting there had never been another man. I even asked her parents, and they dismissed it as baseless gossip—just some minor celebrities trying to stir up attention by claiming a wealthy patron. My family had arranged this marriage with the Norton family years ago, with the wedding set to take place as soon as I returned from abroad. For this very reason, my mother, Sandra Logan, had commissioned a world-class designer to create custom wedding attire for Cynthia and me. Yet now, the measurements of this tuxedo turned out to be someone else's.

Harper said softly, "what did you imagine your wedding would look like?" The question caught her off guard. For several moments, she simply stared at her reflection. "Honestly? I never really imagined something this big." Harper waited patiently. "I always thought if I ever got married, it would probably be something small." "Small how?" Selena shrugged lightly. "A simple dress. Small venue. A few people." "And none of this?" Selena looked around at the chandeliers, silk, and towering mirrors. "Definitely not this." Something understanding softened across Harper's expression.

I canceled the wedding to the Sicilian Mafia don. The wedding planner was stunned after hearing this. “Are you sure? Mr. Moretti specially reserved an entire private island for this wedding.” I nodded. “I’m sure. He’s still accompanying his childhood sweetheart to watch fireworks over the sea.” For five years of our relationship, Luca Moretti had never let me suffer any grievance. He had shielded me from gunfire and once declared in front of the entire family that he would marry no one but me in this lifetime. Everyone believed that cold-blooded man loved me to the extreme. Even I believed it. Until today, when he said his business trip needed to be extended and he couldn’t make our

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

At my pre-wedding party, my sister Chloe told me the whole family had prepared a surprise for me. I dressed up carefully and put on my favorite blue dress. I pushed open the door, full of anticipation—and a whole bucket of glue was poured over my head. Chloe pointed at me and howled with laughter. "Hahahaha, happy wedding! Sis, you fell for it again!" My father came out at the noise and burst out laughing when he saw me covered in glue. "Look at you. Like a drowned dog." My mother just warned me, "Vivian, you're the reason this house is such a mess. Remember to clean up." I clenched my fists and looked desperately at Ethan, my mafia fiancé. He said, "Chloe's just joking. You're going