Novelas y relatos de The Wedding That Will Never Be

The media erupted with shocking news of Sebastian’s secret wedding just days after their marriage. The revelation left everyone eager to uncover the identity of the mysterious woman who had captured the heart of the elusive bachelor. Women who had once dreamed of winning him for themselves were consumed with envy. The Blackwoods were no exception, though they seemed more intent on using the news to taunt Kaira. “I wonder what Mr. Ashford’s wife looks like,” Claudia mused aloud, her eyes glued to the headlines. “She must be incredibly beautiful and, no doubt, of high status.”

... 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 won't stop you after the wedding tomorrow. Please, don't go. My parents don't believe the Don will marry me. If you walk away, they'll sell me to that bastard who tortured his three wives to death! "If you insist on leaving, you'll need to run me over first! In any case, I might as well be dead. If you don't want me, I'll have to marry that bastard." Lorenzo's hands tightened around the steering wheel, the veins on the backs of them bulging. After a long while, he let his hands fall. On the day of the wedding, the motorcade rolled toward the church. The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased.

Behind her, the door creaked open. “Five minutes,” the wedding planner said stiffly, eyes avoiding hers. “The groom is waiting.” Waiting. Amara almost laughed at that. Lucas Harrington had never waited for her—not once in the three brief meetings they’d had before this day. Powerful, distant, and sharp-eyed, he’d spoken to her as if she were a document that needed signing, not a woman about to become his wife. She nodded anyway. The planner left, and the silence rushed back in. This was never the plan.

This is another conversation I would not like to have with him right now, but Kane is just impossible. “How did it go?’ “It went well.” I lie. He smiles and relaxes against his seat. “So, when is the wedding? I suspect that’s what the press conference tomorrow is for, but as your Beta and best friend, I deserve to know before anyone else.” “What wedding?” I ask, feigning ignorance. “Willow broke the curse and that means she is your mate, therefore, there’s to be a wedding between the two of us.” “There’s to be no wedding.” I reply curtly.

“We’re just checking if we look decent. No curses are gonna fall out of the sky.” “But it’s bad luck,” she muttered, pouting like a scolded child. News flash: tomorrow was the big day. Our wedding. No bachelor parties, no wild send-offs. We wanted things quiet. Private. Away from reporters sniffing for gossip and headlines. Honestly, I wouldn’t survive seeing Adrian surrounded by half-naked dancers grinding on him. Not a chance.

After hanging up, I stood on the dirt slope, watching the sunset paint the desert golden red. My heart was calm—no hatred, no expectation, just the whoosh of the turbine blades slicing the sky. Later, I pieced together the outline of the “Wedding of the Century” from my mother’s sporadic calls and Elena’s social media: purple rose arches, hundreds of crystal chandeliers, live broadcast across five major media outlets… The handsome couple, the focus of the world. It was their world, and it had nothing to do with me. I poured all my energy into the project work and my research.

He had even deliberately approved leave for me, asking me to care for Noelle there and also help her plan the wedding. And that "jerk" who abandoned her at the altar? Blake drove him away himself. He was adamant about making Noelle his wife. My phone suddenly rang. It was my mother calling again to urge me about the wedding. "Dawn, when are you and Blake returning to the country? The whole family's waiting to attend the wedding!" "Mom, I'm not marrying Blake." Before she could start yelling, I continued calmly, "Don't worry. The wedding will still happen as planned."

I only wanted to cherish the stability I had now. Three months later, Matteo and I held a warm, intimate wedding. There were no crowds of guests, only family and close friends from both sides. I wore a white wedding gown and walked down the aisle on Papa's arm, step by step, toward Matteo, who was waiting for me. He stood at the end of the church aisle, his gaze tender and resolute. "I do." When the priest asked, I answered without hesitation, my voice clear and firm. Matteo held my hand tightly and whispered in my ear, "From now on, I'll spend my life protecting you and the child, giving you both happiness."

"Snow has to fall from the mountains during the vows. That's what makes it romantic." Carlo sat beside her. His warm gaze was fixed on her every move. "Si. Whatever you say." It was a tenderness he had never shown me. Seeing that I had returned, Adriana waved me over. "Giada, come here! I've got the perfect idea for your wedding!" Before I could even refuse, Carlo grumbled, "What took you so long? Adriana has spent four months on our wedding, and you've done nothing but leave it all to her.