The Wedding That Freed Me Novels & Stories

I looked out the window as Denmoore passed around me. Whatever Emilio wanted, it didn’t matter. Because for the first time in three years, I could see something waiting beyond my marriage. My own home. My own choices. A week in the West with the man I loved. And my Freedom. I released a slow breath and rested my head against the seat. God...I couldn’t wait to be completely free of Emilio Saldini.

"In the diner, the night Mara disappeared. You said you wanted to know the parts of me that cost something." His hand goes still on his glass. "You said later." "It's later." I make myself look at him. "The night I died, I stood outside the gates of my own family's house in my wedding dress. I could see them through the glass. Julian, and Celeste in white. The things were coming up the street behind me. And I begged her to open the door." "Ivy."

I buried my face in his chest. I pulled back. I looked at my mother. She was wiping her eyes. "I am getting married," I said. "Next month. In the cherry tree garden. I want you there." My mother froze. She stared at me. The tears started again. But this time, they were not tears of shame. They were tears of joy. "Thank you," she sobbed. "Thank you, Zara." I nodded. I took Adrian's hand. We walked out of the sunroom. We walked out of the manor. The rain had stopped. The sun was breaking through the clouds. I was finally free. The secrets of the Sterling family were out in the open. The healing could finally begin.

“Reno, my love, they won’t let me in. She says it’s your wedding to her daughter. Why would you do this to me after I gave you a son, especially since we are still married?” Susan gasped, turning to look at him. It took everything in him to keep his cool especially when Georgia gave him a sardonic smile, quickly covering it with more wailing when Susan turned to her. “Reno, would you please explain yourself,” Susan spoke with a frightening patient voice. “This woman and I were married, but as of four months ago, I became a free man.” Georgia quit her wailing and looked up at him with rounded eyes. Reno took pleasure in her surprise. “What do you mean you’re a free man?”

She muttered out shaking her head, her hand rubbing down my arm that held her trapped. “No, for once in my life I’m not confused. I’m not blinded by a money hungry whore and a power craving father. I see everything for what it really is, for whom you really are.” Her eyes watered up, and a tear threatened to spill over the seal of her eye. “Rhyland… We were supposed to get married, have children, it was our duty to our countries I-,” “The key word, supposed to. When I think of whom I want to marry, it’s not someone who belittles others for who they are. It won’t be someone who uses their power for violence, and last but not least. It most certainly will not be you.”

he shouted at me while I turned back to look at him. "You're going to regret the day you ever crossed me and gave me hope! I'll make sure of it." He added I just laughed and walked out of the room, feeling a sense of freedom that I had never felt before in a very long time. I knew that I had made the right decision, no matter what Bryan said or did. I just knew I was free from bondage this time, from all the whole issue. And as I walked away from the marriage that had been suffocating me for a long time, I knew that I would never look back, even if I were dying. I was finally free, and that was all that mattered to me.

The air was charged with a palpable tension as I hastily slipped into a simpler dress, an emblem of the authenticity I sought to embrace. The veil, once a looming reminder of societal expectations, now became a discarded relic. Its cascading fabric no longer concealed the truth but served as a silent witness to the unraveling of a predetermined narrative. In the mirror, a transformed reflection stared back—a woman reclaiming agency over her destiny, untethered from the constraints of a scripted love story. The room bore the echoes of my hurried movements, a symphony of fabric and breaths drawn in the liberation of choice. The door, once an uncertain threshold, now beckoned with the promise o

When he realized I was not going to embrace him, he quickly pulls me closer and embrace me, he forced his kisses in me. I try to pull away and he whispers to me, “ Stop this craziness or I will not free your husband. I had no choice than to behave like I appreciated his gift. We danced and few hours later the wedding reception ended. We were led into his convoy and I asked him if he had freed my husband? “ Ex husband ? He snapped at me and I look down to my feet with tears dripping down my feet. “ Have you freed Richard? I asked. He didn’t answer me instead he just uses his hand to straightens his suit and look away.

I'm about to have my third wedding, with zero marriage. Anyone would count me crazy for accepting such a wedding, but it doesn't matter to me, if it's the little price I've to pay for my long-deserved freedom. I notice his attention gradually fixes down to me as I say these words, “Why are you suddenly interested in the wedding? The last time I checked you tried to escape.” “Until I realized how harmless you're,” I say, hoping that my plan works out for good this time. Marco burst into laughter, “You have no idea what I am capable of.”

Tina ran off in tears, but Easton didn't budge. Gavin's voice rang out cold and sharp. "Easton, haven't you had enough? This is our wedding day. I've been more than patient. If you keep this up, I'll have you dragged out!" Easton sat there on the floor, mumbling to himself, "Wanda, you're mine. You can't marry someone else. You're mine... Only mine..." I lifted my gown and turned to walk away, but he suddenly snapped out of his trance and scrambled forward, grabbing onto the train of my dress.