The Wedding People Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 148: I am fvcking alone! **Christiana’s POV** I thought I was his Cee and he was my Bee? What changed? I noticed the crowd behind me now. Sandra, Desmond, some hotel staff, and some of my guests for the wedding. No one could comfort me or say the right words. Because what words even existed for this? What could anyone possibly say when a bride was abandoned on her wedding day with nothing but a note that told her she was never truly wanted.

“Dylan, are you okay? What the heck are you talking about? Of course, my sister can't go to your wedding. She’s getting married today too.” Dylan felt like he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely stunned, and his mind went blank. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, hardly believing what he had just heard. “M-Married?” he forced the word out. “To who?!” His voice rose uncontrollably. “Haven’t you seen the financial magazine or headlines lately? She’s marrying the heir of the Muller family—Jasper Muller.”

I woke to my phone buzzing incessantly, notifications flooding in faster than I could read them. "Alexander Calvert and Lila Clement Marry in Twist That Shocked All" "Jilted Bride Marries Best Friend Hours After Third Abandoned Wedding" "The Wedding Day Switch: How Lila Clement Went from Abandoned to Married in One Day" By afternoon, everyone knew what had happened five days ago. The story had exploded across every gossip site, society page, and social media platform. Photos from our courthouse wedding were everywhere—candid shots someone had taken of us leaving the clerk's office, me still in my wedding dress, Alexander in his suit, both of us looking shell-shocked and tentatively happy.

He asked Grace about the details of her wedding, hoping to get some inspiration for theirs. The wedding had been nearly two years ago, and most of it was a blur to Grace now. She only vaguely remembered it taking place at a private estate on the Côte d'Azur, with the whole venue locked down. The guest list was filled with top names from finance, art, and fashion. Honestly, everything had been handled by a team—decor, planning, logistics. Her family’s only request had been for her to show up on time. Even the photos had been pre-selected by PR before being sent to the press.

One week later... The morning sun rose over the lakeside estate. White roses lined the stone pathway. Soft music drifted through the air. Hundreds of distinguished guests had gathered. Business leaders. Government officials. Old friends. Employees from Hart Group and Blackwell Holdings. Everyone had come to witness the wedding that had captured the nation's attention. Yet despite the luxury surrounding the ceremony... The atmosphere felt surprisingly warm. It wasn't about wealth. It was about two people who had fought through darkness... And finally found each other.

Chapter 33: The Wedding Day The wedding day arrived on a quiet and sunny afternoon. Rebecca and Liam chose a small ceremony with only family and close friends. They wanted something simple and full of love. The venue was a beautiful garden near Liam's mother's house. White chairs were arranged in rows. Flowers lined the path. A small arch covered with roses stood at the front. Rebecca's parents sat in the first row. Liam's mother sat beside them, wiping happy tears already. Anna was there too, smiling proudly as one of the bridesmaids.

**** WEDNESDAY 33/60 "A New York couple preparing to marry. Just when we thought the surprises had ended." Aiden reads out loud. We're back in the conference room, waiting for Tony. Impromptu meeting for finalizing Hawaii's trip. Aiden is reading the reactions to both posts, and they get funnier. The wedding is on days 57 and 58. We picked a venue. Minor arrangements remain. Guest lists. Refreshments. The hard part is over. We're winning this. It'll be over soon. I glanced at Aiden, smiling tenderly. It'll be over soon. No more cocky jokes. Taunting. Satan-related nicknames.

I sneered and turned back to my room. He wanted a wedding? In his dreams. A homewrecker would always be a homewrecker. On the day of the wedding, the banquet hall was packed with guests. I went too and stood on the second floor. Many of the guests had already heard rumors. But when they saw Vivian helping organize the wedding, they still came. “Maya Winter is something else. Her husband just died, and now she’s marrying another rich, handsome man.” “The dead one couldn’t compare to this one anyway.”

"If you think about it, everyone is naked under whatever they're wearing. I like thinking about it. Even better I like knowing I can hold you right now in front of everyone and I know just how naked and wet you are." "Oh! Sometimes you are such a man!" "Thank you!" I kissed her. The way she returned the kiss told me she was very turned on, excited, and that she felt sexy. By two o'clock there were twenty-three people at the wedding. The rent-a-minister did a good job and by two-thirty they were husband and wife. I was the best man and Colleen the maid of honor. Another first for both of us. By five the party was over, we had Mike and Helen's address at home and we were on the road back to Ca

Lighting up the night. And people. So many people. Outside. Inside. Spilling everywhere. "What is this?" "Wedding." Abel helped me down. "Someone's always getting married." We got closer. I could see it now. There was a couple in the middle of the floor. Clearly the bride and groom. Clearly four drinks past caring about dignity. Dancing like nobody was watching because everyone was watching and nobody cared. Her dress was covered in wine stains. His shirt half unbuttoned. Both of them laughing like nothing else existed.