Wedding Pride And Prejudice Novels & Stories

But underneath that pride is something else, something darker, something I can’t quite put into words. “I guess we gave them a show,” I say, my tone more subdued than I intended. Evans lets out a low whistle. “A show? More like the event of the year! This wedding is going to be talked about for ages. People are already calling it the wedding of the decade.”

I called out, a hint of annoyance evident in my voice. No one responded to my inquiry, and frustration built up as another knock reverberated through the door. Annoyed beyond measure, I swung the door open, only to be met with disappointment as Maddie, my fiancée, stood on the other side. Without waiting for an invitation, she barged in confidently. "I'm confident you're gonna love my wedding dress," Maddie proclaimed, her enthusiasm for the marriage I detested evident. "It was meticulously made from a store only meant for wealthy families. They chose the best one, intended for the Ironwolf’s family."

She did not know what to make of that, but took more steps towards the isle. To her surprise, there were two priests at the altar representing both tribes. That did not happen the last time. Everything was done by his tribe. Her head started spinning when her eyes landed on the enchanting prince she was about to wed. Everything was very different from her last wedding. Prince Maxwell was wearing a royal suit with both the tribes’ colors and emblems. He was making a commitment he never bothered with the last time. He only wore his tribe colors the last time.

Chloe laughed lightly, "Oh you must be Katy right? I know you must be feeling annoyed and jealous because Asher choose me and not you, so if I were you I will try to vent my anger somewhere else" Katy gritted her teeth and clenched her fist so hard, she really hated Chloe with all her guts. "What are you feeling proud off, been engaged for seven years without marriage is that not a shame? " Ken who was the CEO of a game company spoke out. His known as a notorious playboy, and he was the one who organized the party. "You are obviously not welcome here" he said arrogantly. Chloe so much wanted to slap their face, she felt like shouting that she was already married and she was invited by Lisa.

Sorry for the long wait. Anyway, Happy reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️ CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: KWAME AGYAPONG I planning a huge and grand wedding much to Christodia’s disapproval. She wants a small type of wedding with only our family members but I want the exact opposite. I want the one that will be on the headlines for years to come. A wedding people won’t get tired of talking about. A type of wedding that new couples will compare theirs to. A wedding that will set the lead or a trend for others to look upon and follow suit. That is the one I’m going in for.

Because he had chosen not to press harder when he could have. He closed the folder with care. “An arranged marriage tied to a merger. A new fund connected to both families. A bride who begins asking finance questions in the weeks before the ceremony. A mother who pushes the wedding forward at any cost.” His hand rested on the closed file. “That is not pride. Not only pride.” Leah’s skin chilled. “What is it?” “I don’t know yet.” The answer was frustrating because it was honest.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

"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?"

"She makes a good point, Lila. Maybe we should look at something closer to the city?" "We already put down a deposit," I'd said, trying to keep my voice level. "And everyone loved the Ashford Estate. It's perfect." "But if Valeria isn't comfortable—" "Then Valeria doesn't have to come," I'd snapped, immediately regretting it when I saw the hurt flash across her face, the way she seemed to shrink into herself. "Lila," Miles had said, his voice taking on that patient, disappointed tone I was starting to hear more often. "That's not fair. Valeria's family. Of course she's coming to our wedding. Can't you just compromise? For me?"

It was evident that no expense had been spared to make this wedding one for the ages. Dressed in regal purple attire, Adolph and Scarlett stood side by side, radiating an aura of elegance and grace. The color they chose symbolized their shared journey, a representation of the royalty they held within their hearts. Adolph, although nervous, found solace in the reassuring presence of his best friend, Louis, who stood by his side, providing words of encouragement and support.