𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 ⅩⅩⅨ

The sun hung high over Neverland Ranch, casting a soft golden glow over the beautifully decorated gazebo by the pond. The floral arrangements were perfect—white roses and orchids intertwined with soft, delicate greenery. Rows of chairs were lined up with elegant white drapery, and every guest sat in quiet anticipation.

Michael stood at the altar, dressed in a crisp white tuxedo with a black bowtie, his signature curls perfectly in place. He exhaled, feeling his heart race as he waited for his bride.

Marlon, standing beside him as his best man, patted his shoulder. "She's coming, man."

Michael nodded, wiping his palms against his tuxedo pants. I just want to see her already.

The guests turned their heads as the soft sound of classical music filled the air.

Then, the moment came.

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The double doors of the estate swung open, and Giselle stepped out, escorted by her mother, Tina.

Michael's breath caught in his throat.

She was stunning.

Giselle's dress was a masterpiece—delicate lace detailing over sheer fabric, hugging her figure perfectly before flowing into a dreamy train. A long, elegant veil cascaded down her back, and in her hands, she held a bouquet of white roses with a hint of blush pink.

Michael's eyes burned with emotion. Damn, I'm really about to marry her.

Giselle locked eyes with him, and in that moment, it was just the two of them.

Tina leaned in and whispered, "You look beautiful, baby."

Giselle squeezed her mother's hand before stepping forward.

Michael could hardly keep still, his fingers twitching to reach for her.

As she arrived at the altar, Michael gently took her hands in his, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You look like an angel."

Giselle smiled, her eyes shining. "And you look like my husband."

The officiant chuckled. "Well then, let's not keep this waiting."

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The ceremony continued, with the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant sound of birds singing.

When it was time for the vows, Michael took a deep breath, gazing into Giselle's eyes.

"From the moment I saw you, I knew you were different. You didn't fall for material things or the life I had. You saw me for me. And that changed everything." His voice softened, emotion thick in his throat. "I never thought I'd have someone to love me the way you do. And I promise to spend the rest of my life proving to you that you made the right choice."

Giselle blinked back tears.

Then, it was her turn.

"Michael, you've given me a love I never knew existed. You protect me, you make me laugh, and you challenge me. You are my best friend, my partner, my love. I vow to stand by your side through everything, to love you with every part of me, and to never let you go."

Michael exhaled, squeezing her hands.

The officiant smiled. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Michael didn't wait.

He grabbed Giselle, dipping her slightly as he kissed her deeply, passionately, like the whole world had faded away.

The guests cheered and clapped, Janet letting out a playful whistle while Solange wiped her tears.

As they pulled away, Michael leaned in and whispered against her lips,

"You're mine forever now."

Giselle smiled. "And you're mine."

They turned to the guests, hand in hand, as the officiant announced—

"Introducing, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson!"

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The reception was nothing short of magical.

Neverland's garden was transformed into a fairy-tale setting—twinkling lights, candles, and soft music filling the air.

Michael and Giselle had their first dance under the stars, swaying to a slow ballad. He held her close, his lips brushing against her ear.

"How does it feel being Mrs. Jackson?"

Giselle laughed softly. "Like I'm exactly where I belong."

Michael pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "I'm gonna take care of you forever, baby."

The rest of the night was filled with love, laughter, and endless dancing.

As the party continued, Michael leaned down, whispering something only for Giselle to hear.

"Let's get out of here."

Giselle shivered, knowing exactly what he meant.

And as the night came to a close, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson slipped away to begin the next chapter of their lives—together.

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The morning after the wedding, Neverland was still filled with the remnants of last night's celebration—empty champagne glasses on tables, flower petals scattered along the walkways, and the lingering warmth of love in the air.

Michael and Giselle stood by the front entrance, luggage packed and ready to go. Their private jet was waiting to take them to Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic for their honeymoon.

Giselle adjusted her sunglasses, a soft glow still on her face from the wedding. Michael, dressed in a casual but stylish outfit—black slacks and a loose white shirt—wrapped an arm around her waist.

Their family and friends gathered to see them off.

Janet hugged Giselle tightly. "Girl, enjoy your honeymoon. And don't let him keep you locked up inside the whole time," she teased with a wink.

Michael rolled his eyes. "She's my wife now, I can do what I want."

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see," Solange smirked, giving her sister a tight squeeze. "You better come back with a tan and some good stories."

Marlon clapped Michael on the back. "Enjoy, man. You deserve this."

Michael nodded, then turned to his mother, Katherine, who had been watching them with teary eyes.

"Mom," he sighed, pulling her into a hug.

She held onto him for a moment before stepping back. "Take care of your wife, Michael. And yourself."

"I will," he promised.

Tina, Giselle's mother, approached her daughter. There was still a hint of hesitation between them, but for once, there was peace.

"You look happy," Tina said softly.

"I am," Giselle smiled.

Tina nodded. "Then that's all that matters. Enjoy your honeymoon, baby."

With final hugs and goodbyes, Michael led Giselle into the waiting car. The driver closed the door behind them, and as they pulled away, Giselle turned to wave at everyone one last time.

Michael smirked, taking her hand and kissing her fingers. "You ready, Mrs. Jackson?"

Giselle grinned. "More than ready."

And with that, they headed off toward the airport, ready to begin their honeymoon in paradise.

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As the private jet soared into the sky, Michael and Giselle settled into the plush leather seats, their hands intertwined. The hum of the engines blended with the soft music playing in the background, setting a relaxed atmosphere.

Giselle took off her sunglasses and stretched a little. "Okay, so, what's the plan for Puerto Plata, Mr. Jackson?" she asked playfully.

Michael smirked, swirling the champagne in his glass. "Oh, I got plans, baby," he said, leaning in closer. "First, we check into our private beachfront villa. Then, I was thinking we could spend the first day just relaxing—massages, a little swimming, maybe some sunbathing."

Giselle raised an eyebrow. "Sunbathing? You know you can't be out in the sun too long."

Michael chuckled. "That's why I got us a cabana with shade, and I'll have my umbrella. But I still wanna watch you in a bikini all day."

She shook her head, laughing. "You're ridiculous."

He shrugged. "You married me."

She sipped her champagne before pulling out the honeymoon itinerary she had been working on. "Okay, so I was thinking after we relax, we should do something fun. Maybe a boat tour? We could go snorkeling, or—"

Michael cut her off. "Snorkeling? Girl, you tryna get me eaten by a shark?"

Giselle rolled her eyes. "There are no sharks where we'll be swimming. Don't be dramatic."

He sighed, pretending to think about it. "Fine. But if I see anything with fins, I'm out."

Giselle laughed, jotting it down in her notes. "Alright, then we can do some sightseeing. I wanna see the 27 Waterfalls of Damajagua, and maybe visit the historic city center."

Michael nodded. "That sounds nice. But we also gotta have at least one romantic dinner on the beach. Candles, wine, ocean waves... the whole thing."

Giselle smiled, her heart melting. "That sounds perfect."

Michael leaned back, pulling her into his arms. "You know what else sounds perfect?"

She looked up at him. "What?"

He smirked. "Us, spending all night in that villa, just the two of us... no distractions." His voice dropped into that low, seductive tone that made her stomach flutter.

She bit her lip, running her fingers along his jaw. "I like the sound of that."

Michael kissed her softly before whispering, "Then it's settled. This honeymoon is gonna be unforgettable."

As the jet flew towards the Caribbean paradise, the newlyweds sat back, ready to begin their first adventure as husband and wife.