Novel & Cerita What Happens If You Object At A Wedding

Jonathan let go of his fiancée's hand, and furiously sought the gaze of one of his bodyguards. "Security: Get this man out of here!" He's not a guest. Harrison, plucking up his courage, walked down the aisle and stared at him "I'm not leaving here, Jonathan The father looked at them confused, and shook his head and asked. "What's going on here?" Could we go ahead with the wedding? Harrison shook his head and without a second thought spoke. "No! You can't go ahead with the wedding, because I object, father, this woman you see here, you can't marry this man

We kissed, applause mixing with shock. Outside, noises erupted—Marcus screaming to be let in, his family must've tipped him off. "Elena! Stop this!" "You can't do this to me. You said you will love me to death......Get out and face me....You bitch. .." Damien placed his hands on my ears to block out the noise which made my heart flutter. He guided us to the bridal room where I picked my stuffs and we walked using the back door to avoid any drama or bad luck on our wedding.

The officiants’ words echoed through the pack house. Mia and Aspen smiled at each other without losing eye contact. Holding hands waiting patiently for the officiant to say, ‘you may kiss the bride.’ “If there is anyone who doesn’t approve of this marriage, speak now or forever hold your…” Before the officiant could finish his sentence and woman jumped up. “I object to this wedding.” The woman said as she started walking towards us. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Aspen asked, I could see the anger filling his eyes.

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.

Somehow I knew neither of us were breathing. “If anyone knows of any reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The priestess conducting the ceremony said in a weak voice. My lips curled into a smile. Oddly enough, Jude began to grin as well. If I didn’t know any better he seemed … proud of me? Goddess, these men did nothing but screw with my head. “No,” Kimberly snarled softly. Relishing in the panic weaving its way into her voice, I sang to the crowd. “I object.”

she said, and my heart plunged. I put on a desperate burst of speed, my breath tearing itself out of my lungs as I heard the officiant say, “Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Sylvia was in there, waiting for me, counting on me. Trusting me with this last crucial piece of her plan. With all my strength, I threw open the doors of the ceremonial hall and bellowed, “I object!”

When Michael saw me, a flicker of unease crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with forced composure. “Want to head in together?” he asked. I didn’t refuse. I simply nodded and walked inside. Dinner was painfully awkward. My parents still hadn’t let go of what happened at the wedding, so they weren’t exactly warm toward Michael. If this had been before, I might’ve stepped in to smooth things over. Instead, I let him sit there, alone in his discomfort.

"At home." For a split second, there was nothing but silence. "Marcus, are you still upset about the wedding?" she asked, knowingly, like she always did. This time, she was wrong. I wasn't angry, just uninterested. "I'm not," I answered truthfully. Rose didn't believe me. "I know you're holding some resentment, but I did it for the company's sake. Many of today's guests were business partners. If they saw us messing up even our photos, they'd doubt our competence. I just didn't want you to look like a joke.

To everyone’s shock, the groom had just objected to his own wedding. I smiled. This was my chance. The rebellion I’d been waiting for had arrived. I caught a glimpse of the guests’ shocked expressions, but I didn’t care, this was it, the goal was clear, and no one could stop me now.

They couldn’t have made it back even if they tried. The ceremony progressed smoothly. The priest guided James and me through our vows. We were just about to exchange rings when— “Stop! I object!” The shout came from a heavily pregnant woman bursting through the doors, clutching a megaphone and shouting at the top of her lungs. Her dramatic entrance froze the entire venue. “Who… who is she?” whispered a curious guest. “I think she’s that woman who was all over the groom before.” “What? Does this mean the wedding’s off?”