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"Son, I knew you would build a kingdom. I just didn't know she would be your crown." “Cheers, to more life, more money, for love, more understanding and definitely more grandchildren walking around my house.” Everyone raised their glass and they all said cheers together. The Eve girls each came to hug me quietly, their guardians smiling. I held their hands, whispered thank yous. We didn’t need words. We just knew. Wedding Night – Naomi’s POV After the whole wedding event was over, my husband and I decided to leave the guest while we went home to continue our journey from there.

Story 2: Title: A night with the virgin bride. Leah Claire thought she had control of her life an amazing job, loving parents, and her future perfectly planned. But on her 22nd birthday, everything shatters. Sold off to a mysterious mafia husband to settle a family debt, Leah’s attempt to reclaim her freedom leads to a wild night with a stranger… who turns out to be the man she was meant to marry. —— "It's my first time" Leah said with a shaky voice and a scared look which made her legs shiver.

before throwing her arms around him. The maids screamed again, louder this time. Nobles stamped their feet. The music swelled. The wedding had somehow turned into a double proposal celebration, and no one was complaining. Carl groaned, shaking his head. “What’s next? Edward proposing to Mother again?” King Edward grinned and raised his goblet. “Don’t tempt me, son. I might.” Laughter rippled through the hall until tears stained every cheek. --- The Evening Romance As the sun dipped and torches lit the palace, Adrian and his two wives departed for their honeymoon, still bickering over who would get the best seat in the carriage. The guests trickled out, exhausted from laughter and wine, but t

This time, I let it ring, like a nuisance call. A few minutes later, the call ended, and the room returned to its initial silence. Looking at Anya's tweet, I felt no sting, no burning anger. If I had to feel anything, it was a sense of absurdity. Their wedding and my wedding were on the same day; I didn't know if it was coincidence or fate. That night, when Ted finally came home, I was already in bed, eyes closed, breathing steadily—pretending to be asleep. He moved quietly through the room, his steps measured and alert—so unlike the arrogance he usually wore so easily as the heir to a powerful family.

“What’s your name? How are you acquainted with these people here?” “Morgan Kimmerer.” I did my best to speak normally. “These are my good friends. Kellan is supposed to get married tomorrow, so he wanted to have some fun tonight.” Jay nodded and stood up. He gestured to his colleagues and the crime scene team, who put on gloves and shoe covers before starting to catalogue the scene. Jay did not proceed further into the room immediately. Instead, he stood by the door and observed everything within. He assessed every corner of the room with some curiosity.

My breath stopped. Bride-To-Be Caught in Hotel Room with Billionaire Hours Before Wedding. Another appeared. Actress Exposed in Pre-Wedding Scandal. Another. Vale Family Heiress Found in Bed with Mystery Man Before Wedding. “No…” I whispered, my fingers tightening around the phone as my vision blurred. There were pictures. Blurry, but clear enough. It was me. Walking into the room. Staying inside. My knees gave way beneath me, and I sank to the floor, my chest tightening painfully as the truth settled in.

Noah was getting married to marinda and he lied to me? And just like that my night turned into a real night mare. Can some one please wake me up.

"The first time with your mate is magical!" They don't tell you that wedding nights can feel like funerals. I sat in the bridal suite at the pack house, wearing a white nightgown I'd bought three weeks ago from a shop in town. It had cost more than I should have spent, delicate lace at the collar and hem, the kind of thing I imagined a bride should wear. The other mated she-wolves had told me stories while helping me dress earlier. Their eyes had gone soft and dreamy talking about their own wedding nights.

Rose petals scattered the floor, leading to a private balcony overlooking the manicured gardens where fairy lights twinkled like captured stars. Champagne chilled in a silver bucket on the nightstand with two flutes waiting untouched. It was supposed to be our perfect wedding night. The culmination of years of planning, of finally securing the life I'd fought for—the billionaire husband, the legacy and the family we'd build. But as the clock ticked past midnight, I paced the plush carpet in my silk negligee, the fabric whispering against my skin with every anxious step. Victor wasn't here, my husband who was supposed to be here with me was out somewhere in the night, chasing after my twin si

Afterall, it is like our son Made it his lifetime goal to annoy his father to death. " Cut it out you two. What will people say when they see you bantering on such a special occasion?" " Your husband started it" " Your son started it." The two said simultaneously, making me shake my head helplessly. " You two are impossible." As a tradition, the newlyweds spend their wedding night at the Ladies house before they proceed to their marital home the following day. Since Zara's wedding was attended by the people in the kingdom and the surrounding packs, a lot of people were present at the castle.