The Wedding People Novels & Stories

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.

The weight of my new title settled upon me with a sense of pride and responsibility. The preparations for the wedding ceremony were a collaborative effort. The pack members worked tirelessly, each assigned specific tasks to ensure that everything was perfect. Some were in charge of the decorations, adorning the hall with elegant drapes, twinkling lights, and floral arrangements that exuded both beauty and symbolism. Others focused on organizing the seating arrangements and ensuring that every guest would feel welcome and comfortable. Tyler had promised not to make the wedding known to everyone but would make it memorable for us.

They exchange knowing glances, their hearts filled with love and anticipation. The sun is shining brightly on the day of their wedding, casting a warm glow over the stained-glass windows of the little chapel. Family and friends have gathered from near and far, eager to witness the union of Nicholas and Katarina. They exchange their vows, promising to love, honor, and cherish each other for the rest of their lives together.

"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?"

That man was the very one who had taken her away earlier. His name was Eugene Zervas—the head of the Zervas family, a man so untouchable he stood at the very top of the business world. 'Dawn's groom… is Eugene?' Ignoring the security guards trying to stop him, Blake shoved his way into the ballroom. The wedding march was still playing. At the end of the red carpet, Dawn walked slowly toward the man waiting for her, her gown trailing behind her. Her smile was more radiant than Blake had ever seen before.

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.

I was sound asleep the night before the wedding when a video call from my best friend, Eve, came in. “Aisling, my wedding’s starting in half an hour. Where is my maid of honor?” I pulled back the curtains and stared in resignation at the still night at one in the morning. “Eve, what are you talking about? It’s not even dawn. Who gets married in the wee hours? You’re working overtime as my alarm clock.” It was a pause on the line until Eve’s camera shifted to the blue skies behind the groom. “Are you still asleep, Aisling? It’s morning. “Our families have arrived. Everyone’s waiting on you. Get here quickly.” The call ended, and I snapped awake. Judging by the family members caught in

The wedding hall was packed, but the groom was nowhere to be seen. Just as I was about to panic, Quentin Lawson finally appeared—dressed not as the groom, but as the best man. His arm was linked with Olivia Nevin, who was dressed in a flowing white gown. Together, they looked every bit like a couple. His groomsmen rushed over, pulling him aside. "Are you out of your mind? Not only are you late, but you brought her?!"

“I will never marry you. I am not your bride, and I will never be yours.” A murmur of laughter rippled from somewhere near the entrance. My heart pounded as I turned to see people walking into the church, all dressed in white. Were they here for the wedding? I turned to him. “Who are these people?” “Parishioners, Associates and friends, a few people here to witness our wedding” he said. I could neither escape nor comprehend.

“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.”