The Wedding People Novels & Stories

I tried my best to suppress the anger in my chest and followed Bruce I stood beside him and toast with the guests. Leo’s POV: I was sitting at the leftmost table when my phone rang. “Hubby, where are you? Didn’t you just send a gift?” My wife asked on the phone. “I met Mrs. Walter at the door. She welcomed me in, and I didn’t refuse. Many famous people also attend the wedding. So, I planned to get familiar with them and cooperate with them.” I explained to my wife. However, she said anxiously, “How famous could they be? Do you know who is there? There are Mr. Venzor, the Grimm family, the Helsen family, the Clements family the Thompson family, and the White family. It’s a big banquet.”

"My conscience is clear because I haven't done anything wrong. As for you…" Shirley hurriedly stopped her. "Mom, everyone's here to celebrate my marriage. Don't spout nonsense just because you're drunk!" Gretchen stopped and composed herself when she heard that. Then, she said to me, "I didn't say anything. I was just chatting with Shirley's in-laws." Shirley relaxed. She turned to me with a smile and said, "See, Mel? Mom didn't say anything. Let's talk about this after the wedding, okay? We can work things out as a family."

The newly-wedded couple and two more married couples were seated at the head table. The wedding emcee was making a blessing speech in a joyous manner. Adrian and Mya did not approach the Snows right away because the wedding was currently ongoing. Instead, they found a place to sit. Mya said, “That’s Wiley, and I believe that the older couple seated next to him is Megan and Joel. They looked like rather honest people.” Adrian nodded and the two fell silent. They planned to wait until the wedding was over before approaching the Snows.

They both hold hands as they walk down the aisle, down the steps as they walk towards the altar, and when they get there, everyone is shocked as the blonde stares into the void. While for the blond it's all so strange, but it feels good, being with the blond, more so when they are still holding hands. A beautiful wedding to make you a slave to my eyes. The blonde Lucretia sighs, Jeff the blond tries to sigh, and be as calm as possible, he knows that his mother and Lucretia's family would be there, he had to keep calm, until his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a voice.

Not: I’ve been so alone, so stressed, I’m totally gagging for it, not just the sex but the touching and the intimacy and the feeling of another human being beside me, holding me, even if it’s only for a night or half a night or some portion of a night. That’s what I won’t say. A waitress comes up with our fresh drinks. She sets them down and then eyes my bouquet, followed by Lorcan’s buttonhole. “Oh! Are you two getting married?” I can’t help bursting into laughter. Of all the questions. “No. No. Not at all.” “Definitely not,” Lorcan affirms. “Only we have a special champagne deal for wedding parties,” she persists. “We get so many, what with the registry office down the road. Are you being

A gentle wave of applause rippled through the hall. "Our groom today is Mr. Julian Moreau, the sole heir of the esteemed Moreau family. And our bride—Miss Seraphina Valeza, a woman of grace, talent, and elegance." The guests murmured appreciatively. The wedding was nothing short of extravagant. Business giants from Lunada City filled the hall. Families from third-rate and second-rate circles attended in large numbers, eager to strengthen connections. A few representatives from first-rate families were also present—not out of obligation, but purely for entertainment, observing the event as if it were a carefully staged performance.

They looked at the signs of wealth before they looked at him. Lena Hart looked directly at him. “Mr. Vale,” she said, extending her hand. “Lena Hart.” Her voice was calm, warm, and professional. Alexander rose and shook her hand. Her grip was firm. “Miss Hart.” She sat only after he gestured to the chair across from his desk. His assistant placed a tablet and several folders before her. Lena thanked her by name. Alexander noticed that too. “You understand the nature of this event?” he asked. “I understand that you are planning a wedding with approximately six hundred guests, including investors, press, political figures, and international partners. I understand that the ceremony and receptio

Three years after I had made my girlfriend, Sophia Lambert, sleep with her superior, she finally went from being his lover to becoming his wife. Meanwhile, I barely made it out alive after years of being undercover in a drug trafficking ring. My body was broken beyond repair, and I had returned home only to wait for death. Sophia arrived with one of her arms wrapped around her husband’s during a charity visit for the poor. When she saw me standing in line for relief aid, she let out a mocking laugh. “Benjamin, how did you end up like this?” I hunched my shoulders. I hid the First-Class Merit Medal for Narcotics Enforcement I had received not long ago. After a long silence, I asked, “A

Small corrections, made by someone who'd been awake at four-thirty in the morning making them. Carter was at the altar, smiling. Three steps in, the music shifted under my heels into a violin, Italian, older than the song I'd chosen. Carter's smile faltered. The room shifted with it. The side door behind the altar opened. Atlas Marchetti stepped through. He was in a black suit, not a tuxedo. He'd never worn the same kind of formalwear as Carter, and he'd chosen the suit on purpose, so that no one in the room could pretend they were watching the same wedding I'd been planning.

I returned to my parents’ home and began preparing for my wedding. My wedding mattered. And Ted never even noticed that I’d been gone for days. On the day of the ceremony, I met my fiancé for the first time. His name was Austin Ryder. My parents were right; he was indeed outstanding. He was tall, handsome, and impeccably polite; his manners were among the best of all Mafia families. The wedding procession was grand and magnificent; my fiancé had booked half the city. It was a grand ceremony publicly announcing the marriage of two powerful Mafia families.