로그인Denver Cavalier's marriage to India Jones wasn't a mistake or forced; it was just unintentional. The handsome Denver, who revels in his wealth and singleness, never imagined he would be asked to be a substitute groom. Whoever heard of such a thing? He hadn't until he found himself standing at the altar with India. India was supposed to marry Marcus Monroe, who was Denver's best friend and business partner. She was supposed to be his perfect match, so everyone thought. Until India surprisingly turned to the best man and asked him, "Will you marry me?" But that wasn't the end of the surprises. Another woman showed up at the wedding, setting off a chain of events they couldn't have predicted. Secrets were revealed that threaten to destroy everything. In a whirlwind of vows and vengeance, India and Denver are bound together by circumstance, not by choice. What follows is a journey through chaos, chemistry, and the tangled web of friendship and revenge. As the dust settles and secrets unravel, India and Denver must decide whether a marriage born of spite and lies can blossom into love and something real—or if it will ultimately fail.
더 보기The reception is over, the decorations and the wedding are now a memory. The third tier of the wedding cake is in the freezer—Mr. Kincaid tells them."You two get out of her and go enjoy yourself! Get out of here now, before you miss your plane! Have a wonderful time on your honeymoon!” Hours later, they looked at each other, sipping from their glasses.Clearly, you can see that they're relieved and happy that everything went so well, even with the unexpected guest. It was a wonderful wedding.Melvin lifted his eyes across the table at Beth as he stood, glancing down at his lady, asking.“My beautiful wife, would you like to take a walk on the beach with me?” Before she could answer, he knelt, speaking in a soft tone.“Wait, let me help you take off your shoes. You won't need these.”Peering at her with those dreamy eyes while seductively gliding his hand up her calf, lifting her leg, as he glances at her intently.“I want you to be comfortable.”Melvin winked at her as he knelt bef
Wedding SongWhat once was a dream will now begin.Two hearts will now be one.We're going to write the book on happiness, pages that time cannot erase, starting here and now, from this time and place.Oh, what a beautiful day to take our vows onI pray that the things we say will last from now on.I do take you for mine.We are going to lock our lives together now.Unshakable, unbreakable, embraceStarting here and now from this time and place.An intimate crowd of only very close family members and friends was in attendance to witness this special event. The joining of Elizabeth Kincaid and Melvin Carter, to the naked eye, was a beautiful sight.Melvin made this an intimate and lovely occasion that everyone truly enjoyed. From the time he took the microphone and sang to us, he is now saying our vows to one another.Yes, it was time to say vows in front of everyone. It almost made the whole thing seem real. I wanted to make it real, and I didn't know why."To these two beautiful youn
The wedding was scheduled to start at 5 pm sharp. Beth wanted just enough daylight to enjoy the scenery, with nightfall at 5:45 pm, in time for a romantic reception.So the guest had all afternoon to go sightseeing, hang out, shop, or do whatever tickled their fancy. Beth really wanted everyone to enjoy themselves and feel like they were on a tropical island.As the day went by, both Beth and Melvin were kept very busy. But it didn't stop the two of them from wondering what the other was doing. They both attempted to call each other. But immediately put their phones away, as they thought. 'I'm going to keep her and him in suspense.'It really was amazing how they thought the same about so many things.Beth and Melvin even felt the same way about this special day. They really wanted it to be no worries and carefree. Like the days they spent together here in the Bahamas when they first met. During that time last year, Melvin spent many carefree evenings with Bet, walking along the beach
The morning light filtered through the kitchen window, painting golden rectangles on the worn pine floor. Beth shuffled across them in her slippers, coffee mug in hand, nerves fluttering beneath her skin like a flock of restless birds. She had barely slept, her head spinning with bouquets and color swatches and the vague, insistent pressure to make everyone happy. Today was the big planning day—the day the Kincaid women, plus Vanessa, would gather to sketch out the future of her wedding. Beth’s wedding. The thought still felt surreal.The Kincaid women, as Sharon liked to call them, arrived right on time, each bearing the unmistakable energy of a woman on a mission. Sharon, Beth’s mother, swept in first, her lips painted a determined shade of coral, arms loaded with bridal magazines from the early 2000s, and a notepad bristling with sticky notes. India followed, her steps light and hair pulled back in an effortless ponytail, carrying a folder labeled “Destination: Paradise.” Vanessa a
The rain had begun to fall in steady sheets, drumming on the roof of the tiny café where Vanessa and Marcus sat huddled in the corner booth. The city outside was a blur of headlights and umbrellas, but in their little world, there was only the low, conspiratorial tone of their voices and the shared
The city buzzed with late-night traffic as Marcus sat in his modern office, the skyline shining in the window behind him. His jaw still ached from the bar fight, but the pain made him more determined. He checked emails with one hand and swirled his whiskey with the other, his thoughts tangled with
Sunday dinners at the Kincaid house finally felt like family, and it had become India’s favorite tradition. But tonight, the air felt different—thick with something unspoken. Denver squeezed her hand as they stepped inside, the scent of rosemary chicken and fresh bread wafting from the kitchen. Lau
Denver almost didn’t recognize the shape of his own reflection in the bar mirror. The haze of neon, the clatter of pool balls, the sticky floor—he hadn’t been here in months. Not since things with Marcus had gone sideways. He nursed his beer, waiting for his dad, Alan, to show up. He needed this—a
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