A Bride For Killian Bandini のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

16 years ago Los Angeles, California Killian °♪♥° °♪♥° °♪♥° “Do you, Anastasia Giovanni, take Diablo Armont as your lawfully wedded husband to love in sickness and health, in poverty and wealth?” The priest asked. My mother stood with a smile so bright it could rival the sun as she nodded. "I do,” she answered. Mother loved this man. Even though I didn't. I hated him. He wasn't a good man. He was good to Ma but he wasn't to me. "Do you, Diablo Armont, take Anastasia Giovanni as your lawfully wedded wife to love in sickness and health and in poverty and wealth?” The priest asked turning to Diablo. "I do.” Diablo replied. “You may kiss the bride,” The priest announced. Diablo leaned forward as his hands wrapped around my mother's waist. I turned my head to the side. I was going to be sick. The crowd cheered when Ma and Diablo linked lips and I gagged. They were polar opposites. It was like watching the sun try to take over the night sky. The night sky was too vast hence it woul

**Evelyn**Being beaten up by my enemies and then caught by the police and given a lifetime sentence with hard labor would be better than being on a date with Maxim. If one date drained me this much, how would I cope with being married to him? Could I still ask Father to look for someone else?Sighing, I throw the sheets off of me and sit up in bed. Glancing at the alarm clock, I noted the time. It was 10am and I'd barely gotten up to 6 hours of sleep. After my date with Maxim, I came back home and wondered how I'd pull it off. Maxim was insufferable. Hence, I came up with a plan. After the marriage, when the business was in my hands, I'd set Maxim up and be rid of him. All I needed was patience.“Evelyn?" My father's voice sounded from outside my door as he knocked hesitantly.“Come in!" I yelled, leaning against the headboard. I was angry at Father and I'd make sure he knew."Zhizn moya, how was the date?”"You didn't tell me it'd be Maxim Orlov, Father. Why? Or was this The Family

**Evelyn** As a child, mother always told me that the week before I got married, I had to take note of everything. I had to ensure there was no threat around and that nobody, not even I, uttered a single bad thing that would jeopardize my wedding. Mother believed in bad omens and all sorts of superstitions and to an extent, I believed in them too. Especially now, when I'd been getting notes with thinly veiled threats like gifts. Was this some sort of game? Who the fuck was playing it? Since the night of my engagement party, I couldn't forget the mysterious man I saw. Everything points back to him as the one who'd been leaving notes but why? Where does he know me from? An enemy perhaps? I sighed as the makeup artist applies blush on my cheeks. “I like your skin tone so much. I swear it goes so well with the blush. And your cheekbones, higher than mountains I swear," the makeup artist gushed as she decorated my face. I had a light brown skin tone courtesy of my Caribbean mother. I c

**Evelyn**“You sure did make yourself at home," a British voice said into my ear. I groaned as I turned on the side of my body.“I love your accent," I murmured, dreamily. I snuggled deeper into the pillow and sighed. I didn't remember the tiles being this soft."Confessing, are we? Tell me more,” the voice said again. This time, an octave lower. My eyes fluttered open as a dreamy smile caressed my lips. Immediately, they opened, they clashed with annoyingly familiar gray ones. I sat up with the speed of lightening and looked down at where my head had just been. There was a pillow there. Narrowing my eyes, I tried to recall last night.“I didn't bring this pillow here," I accused, glaring at Killian. "Yes, and a thank you would suffice,” Killian said, smirking. He stood above me in nothing but sweatpants and he was shirtless. My eyes trailed his broad shoulders and abs. As much as I tried to hide it, I felt my cheeks heat up. Standing up, I clear my throat and huff.“You should have

**Evelyn**Today marks my second day being Mrs Bandini. And I am tired of hearing the damned name. It's like everywhere I turn, everywhere I go, it's Mrs Bandini. To make matters worse, Killian has upped security on me and here's the shocker, he's confined me! I've been limited to only a certain wing of the house—a magnificent house it is might I add.“Mrs Bandini, breakfast is ready. The table is set for you,” the maid assigned to me said through the door. I groaned and fall back onto the bed.“I already told you to stop fucking calling me that!" I yelled, throwing a pillow at the closed doors. The staff in this house were already used to my unending anger.“Mrs Bandini, Mr Bandini said I should inform you he's waiting for you at the table. He also said he's giving you five minutes." That gets me attention. I hadn't seen Killian since we arrived in this place. I had a few things to say to him. I hurriedly stand up and rush to the bathroom. I begin to brush my teeth quickly then stop