The Wedding That Will Never Be Novels & Stories

Lorena spoke but they ignored. "You will thank us later. Go design your wedding gown and send it out. The wedding of the CENTURY is coming up!" Her mom spoke with excitement and gave her husband a side hug. I couldn't help but wonder why they were so against the wedding. I mean I would love a wedding ceremony where my friends and family would be present and the thought of being dressed as a princess made me excited. If I was going to marry again, I wanted something that would last forever and the love we have for each other is reciprocal. Just the love that happens in movies because no matter how people say they are not real, there are real life people who actually have that and grow old tog

I have failed. The elderly man clears his throat and offers me a weak smile. “We are gathered here today to join together Deimos Phalen and Elizabeth Wilks,” his voice echoes over the crowd. Oh, Goddess, I try to remain standing. We are having the wedding without the groom.

I gently reached out to take his hand and softly pleaded, "Just stay this once… please." Andrew looked at me before shifting his gaze to Selena in his arms. After a brief hesitation, he soon made up his mind. "Call off the wedding. Selena's condition looks serious. She's an orphan with no family or friends, so I have to be there for her." My parents were furious, my friends cursed under their breaths, and even the guests whispered among themselves. "Such a shame for the bride. I've been to 65 of these weddings, and she's always left to deal with the aftermath alone."

“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.”

That means you cannot marry your beloved future Luna, even though you’ve been in a relationship for three years. “I have a strong feeling that she will give birth to a daughter and we will divorce.” Meazus stood up from the black metallic sofa and left, leaving her uncle still smirking at Meazus' unchanging nature—stubborn and a bit arrogant. Two weeks later, the wedding was finally held, and all the wedding expenses were covered by the groom's side. The white decorations symbolizing the purity of the marriage were merely decorations in Meazus' eyes. The luxurious wedding stage, reminiscent of a European royal wedding, made it seem as though both parties desired the marriage, even though the

She said to Jacob, "Hurry up and get Mel off the stage, Jake. It's my wedding today—what will my husband and his family think of me if she keeps causing a scene like this?" Jacob hurried on stage and grabbed me, wanting to drag me away. "Haven't you disgraced yourself enough, Melinda? Do you want the whole world to know about the dirty things you've done?" I shook him off and slapped him. He owed it to me. "We've been together for seven years, Jacob. Don't you have even the slightest bit of faith in me?" He shoved me to the floor and roared, "The report makes it clear that you have syphilis! How do you expect me to believe you?"

A blurry selfie filled the screen. Her giant grin mssing tooth. The flower crown tilted badly. Caption: “You better come early, latest bride.” A laugh escaped me before emotion hit immediately after. I loved them so much. Another notification appeared beneath it. News article. “THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR: Leo Williams and Kiara Mitchell, Set To Marry Today In Switzerland.” I stared at the headline too long. Then another one. “From Scandal To Soulmates?” And another. “Billionaire Redemption Story Captivates The Internet.”

I told Noelle, much to her confusion. “How do you mean?” Noelle asked. “I never said anything about a big wedding or some freaking wedding dresses, Noelle,” I said. Noelle looked even more confused. “The only people who are going to be at that wedding is you, Mark’s best friend, Vector, Reyna, and Shirley,” I continued, much to Noelle’s shock. “I do not care for a reception or a wedding dress, Noelle. I just want a church where we can sign the marriage certificate, and that would be all,” I finished firmly.

But the cold in my chest was far worse. My phone buzzed again. This time, it was my mother. She told me the wedding was set for two weeks from now. All the major Mafia families have been contacted, and they have all pledged to attend the wedding. I can also bring up any other ideas I may have. “No need. Let’s keep it as planned.” In our world, postponing a wedding was never just personal. It was a statement—one that affected alliances, reputations, and balance. I was done complicating things.

Amara had always imagined her wedding day as something beautiful. A small church, flowers in her hair, her mother smiling in the front row, tears in her father’s eyes as he gave her away. But there were no flowers today. No music. No warmth. Only the cold, echoing silence of the grand Hale estate’s private hall, where a marriage was about to be sealed—not with love, but with signatures and contracts.