The Wedding That Freed Me Novels & Stories

Just smiles and more than a hundred phones filming every step. Kenneth met her halfway, took her hand, and guided her to the platform. There stood King Aldrich, dressed in deep sapphire robes, the Freedonian crest across his chest. This wasn’t a royal wedding, but it was blessed like one. “Citizens and friends of Freedonia,” Aldrich began. “We gather not just to witness a union, but to celebrate the strength of choice, loyalty, and love. I am honored to officiate the marriage of Sir Kenneth Wright and Lady Freya King.”

The wedding began before sunrise, though for Meera it felt like it had never truly ended. Sleep had been impossible after her failed escape. Every time she closed her eyes, she found herself back in the desert, running barefoot through the sand while freedom shimmered just beyond reach. She would wake moments later to the oppressive reality of her circumstances, trapped once again inside the sprawling Rathore estate while an entire army of people prepared for the most important day of her life. Or so everyone kept calling it.

"But I don't want to marry you anymore. You lied to me for two whole years while sleeping with my best friend. You got her pregnant, registered your marriage with her, and still came back pretending to love me. "You used the past to stab me where it hurt most. You called me dirty right to my face and said no one would ever want me. I gave you five years of my life with my whole heart, and all I got in return was betrayal. I will never marry a piece of trash like you." By the time I finished shouting, my voice had cracked. Blake's face grew paler and paler. He struggled to crawl toward me, reaching out to clutch the hem of my wedding dress.

As expected, Katherine said awkwardly, "But I'm going on a business trip to Torsia next week. We need to postpone our wedding." Seeing the hurt in my eyes, Katherine tried to comfort me. "Don't be sad. Our wedding will take place on time next time. "By then, I'll have a fortune teller pick the perfect date for our wedding. Come along. I got you a new suit for the wedding. You'll look incredible in it." Whenever Katherine postponed our wedding, she would give me an expensive custom-made suit. I already had nine of them hanging in my closet, so I didn't need a tenth.

I didn't know if my conscience could handle hearing again that my husband was going to die, especially with the sin Henry and I committed last night still fresh in my mind. But instead of looking sad, Dr. Alcaraz suddenly smiled widely. It was an expression I didn't expect. "Calm down, Mrs. Del Carmen. Because what I brought today is very good news," the doctor said with joy. "A miracle happened... because Freddie is now cancer-free." The utensil I was holding dropped to the floor, creating a sharp sound that echoed through the whole room. My eyes widened, and for the first time that morning, my full attention shifted to the doctor, as if my brain couldn't process the words he just said.

During my pre-wedding shoot, my older sister, Camilla Bellandi, looks at the white veil on me and turns green with envy. "You look so beautiful. It's a pity I have poor health, so I probably won't have the chance to wear a wedding gown and get married in this lifetime." Our Mamma, Anna Greco, sheds tears out of heartache, while our Papa, Fabio Bellandi, keeps sighing. My fiance, Raffaello Donatelli, has someone bring out another wedding gown straight away. "Let Camilla take a few photos too. Consider it granting her wish." Camilla puts on the white veil and takes Raffaello's arm. Halfway through the shoot, she looks down at her empty ring finger and says softly, "It seems like somethin

At my pre-wedding party, my sister Chloe told me the whole family had prepared a surprise for me. I dressed up carefully and put on my favorite blue dress. I pushed open the door, full of anticipation—and a whole bucket of glue was poured over my head. Chloe pointed at me and howled with laughter. "Hahahaha, happy wedding! Sis, you fell for it again!" My father came out at the noise and burst out laughing when he saw me covered in glue. "Look at you. Like a drowned dog." My mother just warned me, "Vivian, you're the reason this house is such a mess. Remember to clean up." I clenched my fists and looked desperately at Ethan, my mafia fiancé. He said, "Chloe's just joking. You're going

At my wedding, Mom takes dose after dose of her heart medication, determined to stay alive long enough to see me marry Imogen Steele. But Imogen never shows up. In the middle of the ceremony, Mom suddenly suffers a fatal heart attack. The paramedics try to save her, but she dies at the scene. Dad is so devastated that he ends up in the ICU. He passes away soon after, consumed by grief. In the span of a single day, I lose the two people who have loved me more than anyone else in the world. The day after the wedding, Imogen's first love, Callum Grant, posts a photo of the two of them watching a movie together. The caption reads, "Even if someone else comes along and takes my place, y

"No! At first yes, my father pressured me, but then I really fell in love with you! I tore that contract! I swear!" "If you tore it, why do I have a copy?" Cassandra's voice laughed from the screen. "And why am I out of prison? Because his father released me. Because I am his real choice." Then from the back of the hall, a woman stood up. She removed her big black sunglasses. She wore a tight red dress. It was Cassandra. In person. Not in prison. "Hello husband," she said loudly, walking down the aisle while everyone stared. "Did you miss me? Sorry I'm late for our wedding."

“Ma’am—” I hung up. The moment I reached my condo, I changed the passcode. No one was getting in. No one was controlling me again. I put my things away, then collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion pressing down on me. The TV flickered on. I sipped my blended milk, listening absently as the news anchors discussed Alexander’s scandal. Then— “Will the upcoming wedding of Miss Caroline Anastasia Brooks and Alexander Mercedez still push through?” I smiled bitterly. “There will be no wedding. I’m free starting today.”