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(The End) Never-ending Love
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“Poor bride. She’s been standing there for hours waiting for the groom,” I heard a woman’s whispering voice.“It’s truly so sad. I can’t imagine how sad she’s feeling,” Another woman replied in a hushed tone.“Do you think the groom has ditched her?” A man whispered in a low voice.“That would be too sad. Please don’t say that…” Another woman replied with what seemed to be genuine sadness in her voice.I stood silently in front of the altar in a white wedding dress that was far too elegant for my tastes and far too heavy for my comfort. The overly high-heel shoes that I was wearing was starting to hurt my feet and my legs were starting to feel sore from standing still for too long. I clenched and then unclenched my hands together for the hundredth time, or something along those lines since I had already lost co
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The priest recoiled in shock as he put both hands up above his head in surrender. I hoped he didn’t piss his pants. Actually, I couldn’t tell if he had, but I could tell that he had started openly crying in fear. I better shut up and wait until this event ends if I want to keep my head in one piece and on my neck and shoulders.“Where is my son? Where’s Hayden?” the boss screamed at the top of his lungs.Great, so his name is Hayden. Not only have I never met my husband-to-be before, I didn’t even know his name. I also haven’t seen a photo of him and so I didn’t know what he looked like. Not that I was interested. If I had no choice but to marry him anyways, what difference does it make whether he’s as handsome as a prince or as ugly as a beast.The boss turned around and started waving his gun at the rows upon rows upon rows of men dressed head to toe in back suits,
Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion Rejection
“Does it matter?” the boss answered with a booming voice as he stood in front of his son.“Well…the wedding vow…” the priest whispered hesitantly, his nervous pale blue eyes darting off in random directions.You tell him priest! Tell him that we can’t get married if the groom is not conscious and cannot say his wedding vows. I mean, does he even know what is going on? Would it even count if he doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into?“Oh…I see,” The boss said, nodding in understanding.I watched, surprised at the unexpectedly understanding reaction of the mafia boss as he continued to nod his head.“He needs to say his wedding vows…I see…I see,” the boss continued to mutter to himself as if in thought.Hayden was still as unconscious as the dead. I bet if
Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion As Fate Would Have It
**Sometime before**I’m late! This can’t be happening to me! The supermarket promotional sale starts in ten minutes, and I am going to be late for it. I looked down at the grocery shopping list that my granny had carefully prepared and sighed. If I miss the sale and they run out of stuff, we’re not going to be able to get everything within our budget.I have to hurry. I ran at full speed along the sidewalk leading to the supermarket. I dodged around people, couples holding hands, children on their tricycles, an uncle walking his dog and so many more. However, I had to come to a sudden halt when I almost ran into a slightly plump old man. He must be in his fifties and was dressed in fine clothes like he was from the big city. I mean, no one at his age dresses this well around here.“I’m so sorry, Sir. Did I run into you? Are you hurt?” I apologized and fired off my questions at him rapidly.&n
Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion Losing Everything
Obviously, since I didn’t have any money and had no way to earn any either, I had to quit school. I didn’t have a place to live anymore, so I had to move in with my only surviving relative: my grandmother. With just one small luggage of clothes and necessities, I took a train to a nameless town in the countryside where my grandmother was living.By the time that I left the capital city, I was already prepared for the worst. When I first stood in front of the address that was supposed to be where my grandmother lived, the reality wasn’t too far from my expectation. My grandmother, as I was told, ran a small confectionary and cake shop in a very small town. The description was spot on.‘Sweet Time’ was the name on the faded white and pink sign of the small shop owned by my grandmother. It was clear that the sign had faded from white and red to its current state of pink. The shop was located on the first floor and
Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion Debt Contract
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Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion We Meet Again
I heard a low voice call out to me before a hand reached out and shook my right shoulder. I woke up with a small jump. When did I fall asleep? I must have dozed off during the multi-hour ride to the city. I guess I was tired, I didn’t realize when I had fallen asleep at all.Where am I?The car had come to a complete stop and looking out of the window I could see that we have arrived at a gigantic mansion decorated in the baroque European style. This building is massive! Are we at a luxury hotel?I could see the beautifully decorated garden outside with its cupid water fountain and flowers of various types and colors. If the circumstances of my arrival here had been any different, then I’m sure that I would have enjoyed the view and would have felt super excited to be in such a nice place. However, the only thing I felt right now was anxiety, fear, and stress.The men wordlessly unbounded my hands and feet before carefu
Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion Marry My Heir
“So, you do remember me. Excellent!” the boss said with a warm smile that showed off the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes.I have to say that I did not expect the kind-hearted uncle to be a mafia boss. In other words, I did not expect the mafia boss to be a smiley uncle figure.“Yeah…umm…hello…once again, I guess,” I stammered when I finally found my tongue.“Have a drink, dear. You look a little tired from the trip. It must have been a long one…” the boss said as he gestured to a glass or water that was placed on the coffee table.“Thank you…” I whispered as I reached for the glass.“Did my men treat you roughly? I did order them to be gentle with you…as gentle as handling a feather,” the boss asked, suddenly his gaze was serious.For some reason, I figured that I shouldn’t tell him that they
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