Total Drama Wedding Novels & Stories

Small corrections, made by someone who'd been awake at four-thirty in the morning making them. Carter was at the altar, smiling. Three steps in, the music shifted under my heels into a violin, Italian, older than the song I'd chosen. Carter's smile faltered. The room shifted with it. The side door behind the altar opened. Atlas Marchetti stepped through. He was in a black suit, not a tuxedo. He'd never worn the same kind of formalwear as Carter, and he'd chosen the suit on purpose, so that no one in the room could pretend they were watching the same wedding I'd been planning.

I woke to my phone buzzing incessantly, notifications flooding in faster than I could read them. "Alexander Calvert and Lila Clement Marry in Twist That Shocked All" "Jilted Bride Marries Best Friend Hours After Third Abandoned Wedding" "The Wedding Day Switch: How Lila Clement Went from Abandoned to Married in One Day" By afternoon, everyone knew what had happened five days ago. The story had exploded across every gossip site, society page, and social media platform. Photos from our courthouse wedding were everywhere—candid shots someone had taken of us leaving the clerk's office, me still in my wedding dress, Alexander in his suit, both of us looking shell-shocked and tentatively happy.

On the day of the wedding, the entire estate was lit up in dazzling brilliance. Guests arrived one after another. Social elites from across Europa, powerful financiers, and representatives from major mafia families all gathered under one roof. Standing before the extravagant scene, Lewis gave a rare smile. After the wedding, he would move into the master suite of the estate with me, and we would finally become a family. With that, all the past arguments and misunderstandings would slowly fade away. Just then, Quinn walked toward Lewis with a smile. She was wearing an ornate wedding dress, the one Lewis had spent a fortune having custom-made in France. It was a one-of-a-kind piece, originally

"Mamma knew a long time ago that Ryder wasn't the one for you. A man who truly wants to marry you doesn't make you wait seven years without a ring. It's not too late to walk away. Everything for the wedding is already in place." "It's in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush." So, in everyone else's eyes, it had always been crystal clear. And for seven years, I had believed his empty promises, letting him string me along. "Mamma, you choose. I don't have a preference. Just keep the ceremony simple." I heard footsteps behind me. Ryder had appeared at some point, and at the word "wedding," his voice turned sharp. "A wedding? What wedding?"

"I will marry you, but… what will happen to me after we're wed?" "Emma, good to hear from you." I hate the smugness in his voice. "Just be a good, lowkey wife. That's all, I just need you to be my spouse on paper. We will divorce after a year, I'll have my assistant draft up a contract, and the marriage certificate as well. He'll pick you up from your home tomorrow." "You know where I live?" Goosebumps spread over my skin. "I know everything anymore." The next day, as I read the contract that stated clearly that we are not to interfere with each others' personal lives, I'm meant to steer away from the media, from making it known I'm married to him, even though that may get out.

I don't want any drama in front of them, they didn't even know I get married to you, hearing all this inanna raise her eyebrows and asked "what does that mean you don't want drama"? I didn't do any drama, and Adrian smiled lightly and says" This marriage is the biggest drama of our lives isn't "? Listen inanna I don't want you to disrespect my family at any cost, you have your reasons to marry me, I get marry you because of my reputation

The wedding was a whirlwind of joy, love, and laughter. As the newly married couple, Alex and Hazel, danced their first dance, a slow, romantic waltz under a canopy of twinkling lights, they felt a sense of overwhelming happiness. They had finally reached this milestone, a testament to their love and commitment to each other. The days that followed their wedding were a blissful blur of honeymoon adventures. They explored picturesque landscapes, hand in hand, their laughter echoing through ancient forests and along sun-drenched beaches. They shared intimate moments, stolen kisses under starry skies, and whispered promises of a lifetime together.

He only married me because something happened between us. I can't even enjoy our wedding day. Don Enrico is so generous. He spent a fortune on our wedding, so it's a grand affair. There are beautiful decorations everywhere, tons of flowers, and a feast. Even this dress I'm wearing is from a famous designer overseas. He even invited professional singers and actors. They really put a lot of effort into this wedding, even though they only had two days to prepare. "Poor thing, she's been left behind." Two women walked past my table. I recognized them—they're the daughters of Don Enrico's political friends. They kept glancing at me and laughing.

So extravagant, such a beautiful wedding "Please…kindly take a seat… there is a wedding going on if you haven't noticed" Maverick muttered stepping in front of the woman. Even Alexis did the same. The woman was causing so much drama. "If you don't mind… take a seat and watch the wedding," Alexis said with some anger to it. The woman's eyes were fixed on Victor then shifted to the bride. She was young and beautiful. "Great" just like that she agreed and walked down the stairs and was guided to an empty seat. Only then did a nervous Marlene exhale in relief knowing her daughter would finally get married in peace

(WEEDING DAY) I looked at my mother and father sitting at the front of the rows of chairs and showed the saddest look I could, thinking that maybe they would take pity on me and stop this nonsense, but they just smiled at me. Judgment day! This is what I could call our wedding day. I didn't really do anything else. A garden wedding was held in the garden of our mansion. And it was Hudson's grandfather, Judge Helerio Vasco, who officiated our marriage. I was wearing a very simple yet classy white wedding dress, and Hudson, clad in a dove gray tuxedo, looked extraordinarily handsome. His hair had been recently cut and trimmed to perfection, along with his trimmed beard. Only their close relati