The Wedding He Never Thought Id Cancel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I let him in, the air thick with tension. "Elena," he started, setting the bouquet down, his blue eyes locking on mine. "I've reflected. Really. Sophia's out of the picture. The baby's fine now, and I'm not getting involved anymore. Let's do this right.....the wedding. This time, no delays." I crossed my arms, leaning against the counter. "Why now, Marcus? After six cancellations, all for her?" He stepped closer, his voice soft, pleading. "I was wrong. Guilt blinded me and I thought if I did right by her it would be okay then. She was my past, but you're my everything. I see that now. Please, one more chance."

However, this particular scheme would haunt them for as long as they lived. … The wedding was held a week later, instantly landing the Gardner family on the trending list online. "Speculation of Insolvency Surrounds the Gardner Family of Bellevue Following Heiress' Unbecoming Wedding Ceremony." "How Did a Disfigured Man Manage to Join the Gardner Family? What are the Hidden Secrets Behind This Marriage?" Their wedding scandal sent Gardner Group's shares into a tailspin, wiping out half their value and stripping them of their status as one of the top three companies in Bellevue.

It was an unforgettable experience. She nudges me. "Hmm, someone is smiling. Are you remembering something dirty?" I clear my throat. "I'm not remembering anything. Actually, we had fun but then the wedding was cancelled." Her eyes almost pop out of their sockets. "What! The wedding was cancelled? What type of drama went down there? Did they catch someone cheating or did a terrible ex come over or something?" I let out a chuckle. "You have such an imaginative head," I say, tapping her shoulder.

Behind her, the door creaked open. “Five minutes,” the wedding planner said stiffly, eyes avoiding hers. “The groom is waiting.” Waiting. Amara almost laughed at that. Lucas Harrington had never waited for her—not once in the three brief meetings they’d had before this day. Powerful, distant, and sharp-eyed, he’d spoken to her as if she were a document that needed signing, not a woman about to become his wife. She nodded anyway. The planner left, and the silence rushed back in. This was never the plan.

He didn't say anything. He took my hand. “Come with me.” We walked upstairs to the rooftop. The same rooftop. The same skyline. The same string lights. The place where we'd first met. The place where he'd proposed. He stood beside me, staring at the city. “We can cancel everything.” I looked at him. “What?” “The wedding. The plans. All of it.” He shook his head. “I'm not saying I want to. I'm saying I want you to know that I won't marry you because everyone expects me to.”

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

Seven days before my wedding, my younger sister got dumped. Crying, she smashed my rose bouquet and tore apart my rose-printed wedding invitations, saying that seeing roses made her fall apart. That very night, Mom canceled my wedding. “Your sister can’t handle any more emotional triggers right now. Put the wedding off for a while.” Dad transferred the money I had saved for our honeymoon to my sister and let her go on a trip to relax. My older brother tried to persuade me, too. “You can get married anytime. Your sister can’t be left alone right now.” Ever since we were children, they had always asked me to wait. My eighteenth birthday party was canceled because my sister couldn’t get the gem

My fiancé hated anything that felt like a hassle. In the five years we dated, I always chose where we went. His only job was to have his driver take him there. For birthdays and anniversaries, he gave me the same Barbie-pink lipstick every time. When we started planning our wedding, nothing changed. I tried to go over the guest list with him, but he said it was too much trouble and couldn't be bothered to check it carefully. Even when it came to our engagement photos, he complained that the shoot would take too long, so we only did one basic package. Today, I came to the wedding planning studio alone to give final approval on the arrangements. As the planner, Claire Bennett, pulled up the re

Jacob The wedding date had come and gone. And none of us talked about it. There was nothing to talk about anyway. The calendar that hung on the fridge still had that day marked in red, a quiet reminder of the plans that never came to light. I found myself staring at it for hours afterward, running my fingertip over the faded ink, hoping that somehow it could reverse what we’d lost. It was meant to be a day of new beginnings, a celebration of love and promises. But we had canceled it… called it off, just like everything else.

It wasn't news that I hated him, and I wanted to ruin his life, but how could I do that if I kept on running? My stomach churned with unease. Suddenly, I didn't want to figure out the answer to my question anymore, because I knew I wasn't going to like it. “He's gone to check things out,” the first guy’s voice burst through my thoughts. “to see what really went down.” “So the wedding is cancelled then?” My ears perked up at the sound of that. “I doubt it.” There was something in the way he said that, that didn't sit right with me. “He'll probably just put it off till he's back.”