What Happens If You Object At A Wedding Novels & Stories

As soon as I felt the release, I staggered my way up the aisle, ignoring how dizzy and blurry my vision was. “If there is anyone who has any objection as to why this wedding shouldn’t continue, that person should speak now, or forever hold their peace.” The words rumbled in my chest and before I could think of the repercussions, they burst out of my throat. “I object!”

He’d made sure everyone knew what would happen if anyone tried to stop the wedding. As the officiant began to speak, Liam looked toward the back of the room, hoping to see Kayla one last time. But the doors were closed, and she was nowhere to be found. The ceremony was short and cold – words spoken without feeling, promises made without meaning. When the officiant asked if anyone objected, the room was silent. But just as he was about to pronounce them husband and wife, the doors burst open. Kayla stood there, her face pale but determined. “I object.”

"If anyone have reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your pea--" "I object!" A gasp escaped the crowd. What the hell? Mason? "I, Mason King, object to the wedding of Genevieve Kenton and Ryder Pierce!" Now, there was chaos in the building. Journalists and reporters who were never spotted entering the building now has all their cameras up, even some of the people present were bringing out their phones to record what was happening right now. "Mason. Please, don't do this." Genevieve who had already taken off her veil seemed to have a pleading look on her face.

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

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.

I took the ring and prepared to put it on Anya’s ring finger. However, halfway through the ceremony, a sharp and angry voice rang out suddenly. “I object to their marriage.” Bang! The door of the church was pushed open abruptly and Ellen barged in aggressively. Everyone was shocked and turned to look at Ellen. When I saw this, my skin tensed up. My worst fear has come true. “Ellen, stop making a scene.” She looked at me icily, “I am not making a scene. You two can’t get married. I am pregnant with your child. You have to take responsibility.”

She knew this was the only solution to our problems. “W-What? We can’t cancel it. We can have the wedding with or without guests,” Giselle looked at my mother for support, but she didn’t even look at her. “Killian is right, Giselle. We need to cancel the wedding for now. The Pack members are protesting outside, and no guests even wish to come. We can have the wedding once the public opinion has changed,” my mother answered her, even though this solution didn’t also sit right with her.

"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.

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.