Wedding Shenanigans Romane & Geschichten

The guests below the altar began fidgeting and whispering to one another. I shoved down the flood of shame and despair welling up in my chest, grabbed the mic from the officiant, and raised my voice. "Settle down, everyone. The wedding's still happening. The groom bailed, so I'm putting out a call for a new husband. So, who wants to marry me?" All hell broke loose in the crowd. "This is unbelievable. Has she lost her mind?" "Anderson Group is one of the top business empires in the world. Who'd be crazy enough to steal Mr. Owen's fiancee?"

“When you were sick. He stayed with me. He didn’t leave.” My chest tightens. Ignore it. “That doesn’t change anything.” She tilts her head. “Maybe it should.” I shake mine harder than necessary. “It’s temporary. I just need to make this uncomfortable enough that he decides it isn’t worth the trouble.” She stares at me like I just proposed arson. “You’re going to sabotage your own wedding.” “I prefer the term strategic withdrawal.” “This is so dumb.” “You love me.” She groans, but she does. “So,” she says slowly, rubbing her temples. “WWhat’s the plan? Public embarrassment? Weaponized incompetence? Mild psychological warfare? Also, timeline. When are you two getting wed?”

Anthony frowned deeply. Christopher's voice was sharp as a whip. "Come clear this up. Using a fake marriage certificate won't fool us. Your runaway bride stunt has seriously damaged the Scott family's reputation. Stop acting like a child!" I pulled away hard. "That wedding plan was never for you! Our wedding ended the second you turned it into a bachelorette party for Erica!" Just then, a few concerned strangers stepped in to strap them in as they turned their furious glances toward me. "Scarlett, tell them to back off! Give us a chance to explain ourselves!" they growled.

“If Ashcombe manages to convince even two or three of the neutral packs to withdraw their support for this alliance, you could find yourself facing a much larger political fight than a single wedding was ever meant to cause.” I sat with that for a long moment, turning the information over, weighing it against everything else currently unresolved in this house — a bride whose real identity remained uncertain, a grandmother clearly protecting some version of the truth I hadn’t fully uncovered, a wolf that had reacted with startling intensity to a woman I’d sworn, less than an hour ago, to keep at a careful distance. The timing of it all felt uncomfortably convenient. A rival conglomerate sudde

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

Her smile was more radiant than Blake had ever seen before. That should have been his place, but now, someone else stood there instead. Blake watched helplessly as Dawn—the woman who should have been his wife—exchanged rings with another man. When the officiant asked whether she was willing, her clear voice echoed through the entire hall. "I do." At the same moment, Blake roared hysterically, "No! Dawn, you can't marry him!" The security guards held him down tightly, stopping him from rushing forward. Blake struggled desperately, reaching toward the figure onstage. "Dawn! You can't marry someone else! I object!"

People gave it to her instinctively. “This wedding,” Alexander continued, “is not a private garden party. It is a public event with investors, international press, political guests, and two family corporations attached to its success. I asked for precision. This is not precision.” The wedding planner’s cheeks reddened. “Mr. Vale, with respect, the scope of the event has changed three times in two weeks.” “Then your work should have changed with it.” Celeste finally looked up from her phone. “Alexander.” It was a soft warning.

“Don’t make a mess. Calvin will notice when he gets back.” “He won’t notice a thing. He’s totally oblivious.” Wyatt reached into her blouse. “We didn’t quite satisfy ourselves yesterday, so let’s make up for it today.” The surveillance footage began to shake violently. I muted the sound and focused solely on the image. I watched them move from the bedroom to the living room and then onto the balcony. Wyatt even deliberately pressed Queenie against our wedding photo. It was the largest framed wedding photo in the living room, a symbol of the happiest time we once knew.

I spent five years delivering food and saved up enough to buy a home, all so I could marry my girlfriend of five years, Megan Portman. On the day of the bride pickup, the bridesmaids went all out with their pre-wedding mini games, and I happily played along. But once every cash envelope had been handed out, I realized something was off. Megan's best friend, Jeanie Westwood, pulled out her phone and opened her payment app. "We want to share in the good luck too. There are eighteen of us here, so each of us gets 999 dollars. We'll bless your marriage to be a long-lasting and happy one." After a lot of pleading, I scraped together 20,000 dollars and sent it over. I figured that was enough t

On my wedding day, the video montage I'd spent seven years putting together - a record of our entire relationship - was replaced with photos of me looking cozy with an older man. My fiancé's assistant, Chloe Reed, stepped onto the stage and declared self-righteously, "Mr. Carter may not be able to tell a decent woman from a slut, but as his assistant, it's my job to protect him. "So I made a voting app just for this. "Let's all decide whether Cecilia Bennett deserves to be Mrs. Carter. "Press 1 for yes and 0 for no. Voting starts now." I instinctively opened my mouth to explain. The "older man" in those photos was my father, Richard Bennett, head of Bennett Industries, the company that was C