The Wedding That Freed Me Novels & Stories

Even if he did mind, I still had the 250 million left from selling my freedom, so I would survive either way. With that in mind, my mood took a rather good shift as I stared at the man in front of me, waiting for the priest to finish his words. I turned to the priest just in time for me to say “I do,” and Luciano said his. “I now announce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Oh shit. I had totally forgotten about this part of the wedding. Luciano lifted my thin veil and cupped my face with a cold and detached look on his face, yet something simmered in his eyes. Something I could not put my finger on. He pressed his lips to mine and gave a hard and rough kiss.

I mumbled. “This one is about your wedding.” She revealed. I ended the call and took my phone to check the news. Frederick Maroon calls off his wedding with Miss. Nicole Brennan; Says he can't get married to a cheating woman. How far are they willing to go to bring me down? I was about to go home, but I did a U-turn and went to a bar instead. I needed a place to cool my head from all this emotional turmoil. Maybe if I drank enough, I would forget about my pain and live my life, free of this nightmare.

It was all over Just like that A wet liquid trailed down my cheeks, and I brought trembling fingers to touch the tears there. This one was different from the others. This was a tear of freedom, of liberation, and joy. No more. I was no longer married to Edgar, and even if he breaks free of any spell that made him end our marriage, even if Edgar asks me to come back into his life, I won't. I've done enough as being good daughter and wife.

“I . . . I am ready to try a relationship . . . I think. Before I had showed up to the championship game last week I . . . burned the wedding photos.” “Jesse blinked rapidly. “You’re kidding.” “I had to. It was something I needed to do. And it seemed to have worked . . . I feel more . . . liberated from the past.” “Good. Now go to the house and ask Ava to go.” “But –”

"Stop this nonsense! Today, there are countless dignitaries attending your wedding. Do you want to ruin our family's reputation?" Russ slumped, red-eyed, muttering, "How could this happen? We had promised we'd marry! The wedding dress, the pendant—everything's ready! How could she abandon me like this? Impossible… this can't be!" Gordon gripped his collar, anger burning. "How dare you speak like that? The wedding dress's measurements are Cadence's, and even the pendant you gave was picked by Kathy. How could you act so recklessly? "Your mother and I treated her like our own daughter. Do you think we aren't pained? Look at what you've done. If you'd had even a shred of responsibility, a littl

Instead, she’ll see a force of nature, fierce and unstoppable, that’s ready to claim what’s her, no matter the cost. Tonight, she’ll understand the real me. “NOVENE!” My voice rang out. She froze, then slowly looked up. One by one, heads turned in my direction. “Is that...?” “Syria?” Her eyes widened the moment she realized I had escaped. “Congratulations on your fucking wedding!” Without hesitation, I lifted the canvas and let it fly. It soared through the air, like a blur of chaos, before crashing down right in the middle of the reception setup.

I murmured, leaning into him as the engines hummed in preparation. The jet represented freedom, but the truer liberation was in knowing that, for once, survival was not the only thing dictating our every move. We were leaving the city, leaving the battles and the constant shadow of danger. The wedding had been more than a ceremony; it had been our declaration that love had survived the storm, and now, stepping into this honeymoon, I felt as though we were crossing a threshold into the life we’d fought for.

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

“I swore if I ever got the chance again, I wouldn’t miss it.” The plane broke through the clouds, and golden sunlight poured in through the windows, bathing us in a warm glow. Looking into Jasper’s deep, steady eyes, I felt for the first time that marriage could feel like something worth dreaming about.

"I'm here because even with my freedom, I still choose you." His eyes lit up. He rested his forehead against mine. His voice was soft. "That'll make me happy for the rest of my life." When the wedding ceremony began, the sky had just started turning dark. No one walked me down the aisle, and no one 'gave' me away to a werewolf. I lifted my own dress and walked across the sand toward Alex. The moon rose. Laughter, whistles, and sounds of waves filled the air. Larry's bass kicked in behind us. The rhythm was upbeat and celebratory like a successful escape.