The Wedding That Will Never Be Novels & Stories

As I dressed on shaky legs and headed for the elevator, his final words echoed in my mind. The wedding that was never meant to happen. What the hell did that mean?

When will the wedding take place? The wedding invitations had been distributed a month prior. The wedding was planned as a magnificent and exclusive affair. The location was the Port of Los Angeles, aboard the largest and most luxurious cruise ship, chartered specifically for a three-day voyage. This was not merely a ceremony but a grand celebration for the Hollywood elite and global business figures. Every detail, from the custom-made wedding gown by a renowned designer to the guest list featuring the Hollywood A-list, was orchestrated to cement Cassandra Vance and Ricard as the new power couple. 'This is exactly my dream wedding,' Cassandra thought.

THE RUNAWAY BRIDE OF GREYFALL CITY. THE WEDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Teresa ole had always envisioned her wedding day as the happiest occasion of her life. She thought about flowers, white orchids, lilac roses, petals floating under her feet like blessings from the universe. She thought about joy, loud laughter, her mom crying softly into a handkerchief while her dad, trying to appear firm, would show his weak point through trembling hands. She thought about love.

"What?" "We are getting married," Cale said. "Tomorrow. Here. In the garden." "Tomorrow is Tuesday," Mira said automatically. "Tuesday," Cale agreed. "A good day for a bloom." "You're serious?" Mira looked from Cale to Elion. "A live wedding? After everything?" "It's the only way to end it," Elion said. "The ultimate commitment. The final rose, or whatever you call it." "Ratings," Mira whispered. Her eyes dilated. She was doing the math. "It would be the biggest event of the year. 'The Wedding of the Century'. 'Love Conquers Death'."

He snapped but his voice wasn’t loud, it didn’t need to be because the underlying tone was enough to make Paige flinch. I saw her shoulders stiffen before she quickly composed herself. “I haven’t heard from either of you in the past two days,” she said. “I’ve been trying to find out what your plans are for the wedding so I decided to come ask in person.” “There are no plans, at least not anymore,” Dante replied with a shrug. “What?” She blinked. “You can’t comprehend simple words?” Dante rolled his eyes. “Let me spell it out for you, we won’t be needing your services anymore.”

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

he said, pulling out a small box. Inside was a delicate gold necklace with a small diamond pendant. “It’s not about the wedding,” he said. “It’s about us. The real us.” I let him put it on me. “It’s perfect.” He kissed the back of my neck. “You’re perfect for me.” We danced slowly on the terrace to music from his phone. No cameras. No audience. Just us. “I never want to go back,” I whispered. “We don’t have to rush,” he replied. “But when we do… we go back stronger.”

From the time I was 22 until I turned 30, Brianna Everly and I had a wedding every year. The only thing we never had was a marriage certificate. She said she was afraid of marriage, terrified that we'd end up like her parents. So I gave her eight years to prepare herself—until our eighth wedding, when Brianna showed up in the wrong wedding dress. It looked just like the wedding dress she'd always worn for our ceremonies, except for one detail. The name embroidered along the neckline wasn't mine. It was my best friend, Leon Stratford's. I was about to confront Brianna when my brother, Dominic Sterling, grabbed my arm. "Harrison, it's been eight years. What's the point of digging into it no

"It's a big day." An hour passed. Then two. The murmurs in the cathedral grew from quiet whispers into a deafening roar of confusion. Victoria stood near the altar, her face a rigid, terrifying mask of rage as she repeatedly dialed her phone, surrounded by frantic public relations managers. Neither the groom nor the bride ever walked down that aisle. By five o'clock that evening, the cathedral was cleared out, and the news broke across every global media platform like a tidal wave. THE WEDDING THAT NEVER WAS: BLAKE AND HARRINGTON HEIRS VANISH BEFORE CEREMONY.

Before the wedding, the coordinator, Rachel Bennett, called me. "Ms. Lane, we tailored the suit to the groom's measurements. Are you sure you want us to change the size?" "Yes," I said. "The groom's changed." My wedding to Caleb was two days away. I'd chosen the venue, designed the invitations, and picked out both my dress and his suit on my own. Every time I tried to involve Caleb in the planning, he only got annoyed. "You know I'm not into all the ceremony. "Don't bother me with this little stuff." Then yesterday, I found an old proposal video on his computer. It was five hours long. Four of those hours showed Caleb painstakingly setting everything up himself. For the final hour, he excite