The Wedding He Never Thought Id Cancel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He shot my requests down as childish. Now, despite having grown older, he was willing to play along with Leila. While I was lost in thought, a notification from the work app appeared. My resignation had been approved. For a moment, I froze. Then, I noticed the painfully familiar pair of rings on Harold and Leila's fingers. I shot to my feet and searched for the ring box I had been thinking of. It was empty. In that instant, I was certain. The rings in those photos were the custom pair I had commissioned years ago for my own wedding.

"No. I'm not." He stepped closer. The scent of his cologne wrapped around me. "Where the hell is she?" "Gone," I said. My voice cracked. "She left this morning. Said she couldn't do it. Dad begged me to... to fix it. The merger. The family name. Everything falls apart if this wedding doesn't happen." Alexander laughed once, sharp and bitter. "So you just put on her dress and stole my ring?" "I didn't steal anything," I shot back. Heat rushed to my cheeks. "I saved both our families. You needed this marriage as much as we did."

Adam stared at me. “What?” I took a slow breath. Then I spoke the words that shooked the entire room. “I can’t marry you.” A wave of shocked whispers exploded across the guests. Adam’s face went pale. “Astrid… what are you doing?” I met his gaze calmly. “This wedding is cancelled.” Gasps filled the cathedral. Behind me, I could feel Miley’s stunned silence. Adam’s expression twisted with disbelief. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh,” I said quietly. “I’m very serious.” And just like that… My revenge officially began.

‎“Victor, this is arrant nonsense! You cannot just wake up and cancel a wedding for no reason. Preparations have already been made. My daughter is looking forward to it.” ‎I forced my tone to stay firm, even though my heart pounded. “Yes, I can. In the first instance, I brought up the wedding. I found the betrothal letter. I am aware of all the preparations… but your daughter is missing. So I have the right to cancel it.” ‎“Why, Victor?” he pressed again, his voice now colder. ‎“I do not answer to you,” I said, my voice hardening. “The wedding is cancelled and that is final.”

He had even deliberately approved leave for me, asking me to care for Noelle there and also help her plan the wedding. And that "jerk" who abandoned her at the altar? Blake drove him away himself. He was adamant about making Noelle his wife. My phone suddenly rang. It was my mother calling again to urge me about the wedding. "Dawn, when are you and Blake returning to the country? The whole family's waiting to attend the wedding!" "Mom, I'm not marrying Blake." Before she could start yelling, I continued calmly, "Don't worry. The wedding will still happen as planned."

"Mamma knew a long time ago that Ryder wasn't the one for you. A man who truly wants to marry you doesn't make you wait seven years without a ring. It's not too late to walk away. Everything for the wedding is already in place." "It's in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush." So, in everyone else's eyes, it had always been crystal clear. And for seven years, I had believed his empty promises, letting him string me along. "Mamma, you choose. I don't have a preference. Just keep the ceremony simple." I heard footsteps behind me. Ryder had appeared at some point, and at the word "wedding," his voice turned sharp. "A wedding? What wedding?"

I’d been dating Julian Mercer for five years, and we were planning to get our marriage license on Valentine’s Day. A week before we were supposed to get married, he handed me a property transfer agreement. “Transfer this house to Vivian.” I stared at him in disbelief. The house had been bought for me by my parents, so I’d have something of my own when I got married. “I’m an orphan. Without Vivian’s father supporting me, I wouldn’t be where I am today. “Now her family has gone bankrupt, and her father died of a heart attack. She’s all alone. “I owe her family a debt of gratitude. I can’t just leave Vivian to fend for herself.” I laughed. “Her father was your benefactor. Why should yo

Before the wedding, the coordinator, Rachel Bennett, called me. "Ms. Lane, we tailored the suit to the groom's measurements. Are you sure you want us to change the size?" "Yes," I said. "The groom's changed." My wedding to Caleb was two days away. I'd chosen the venue, designed the invitations, and picked out both my dress and his suit on my own. Every time I tried to involve Caleb in the planning, he only got annoyed. "You know I'm not into all the ceremony. "Don't bother me with this little stuff." Then yesterday, I found an old proposal video on his computer. It was five hours long. Four of those hours showed Caleb painstakingly setting everything up himself. For the final hour, he excite

Levi Hoffman detests having his photo taken. Whenever his company holds press conferences, he forbids all reporters from bringing their cameras inside. Even though we've been married for three years, we've never taken a single photo together, let alone our wedding photos. He's cold and aloof by nature, and he refuses to waste his life in front of a camera lens. To him, it's utterly meaningless. However, things change the moment I see a photo of him and a young woman inside a photo booth at the mall. The young woman was smiling sweetly at the camera while Levi gazed at her with a doting expression on his face. They were huddled close together in the photo, looking just like any of the ot

Everyone looked at him. “He always smiles,” Dami said. “Let him. The smile doesn’t work on the EFCC.” I looked up at the plan on the cork board. Seating. Timing. Exits. Every person in their place. The best event I’d ever planned, and I was also going to ruin it. “And the wedding?” Bisi asked quietly. “If it does go ahead. If something goes wrong.” “Condition two,” I said. “It’ll be beautiful right up until it doesn’t happen. That was the deal.”