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He frowned. I smiled. “Dad was in huge debt. He owed about five million dollars to Mr Luciano’s family. And when Mr Luciano came to collect the money, he made an offer since dad didn’t have it. He said he would clear the debt if I married him and took care of Luca and Lovie.” “So you are married to him?” He asked, with a deep frown. “I won’t say that. I am only here to take care of Luca and Lovie.” I said, pecking his cheek.

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the granny chuckled and Carmen who was sitting to the left side holding Diego in her arms got concerned "What are you two whispering about?" she asked with narrowed eyes and Mario stammered as he tried to collect lies to tell but just then the wedding song played and everyone including Cristal who was sitting next to Carmen stood up as they all looked back to the bride of the century, Cristal couldn't help but feel emotional as she watched her second daughter walk down the aisle accompanied by Seth. Carmen was smiling nonstop and Mario mouthed 'perfect' while Emiliano secretly rolled his eyes because the little lady was showing off her beautiful dress

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

I didn't want to go on her sexy curvy figure because it was already perfect. My bride was perfect and I was glad that I didn't reject her in the first place. I liked the way she was eating her food without thinking of being fat because humans nowadays kept cutting their food for looks which made them thin like a stick. . 'Cade', My father's angry voice roared in my ear. I sighed, realizing that he figured out that I was with my human bride. I had to talk with him and share my decision with him. .

I felt my knees become weak as I read the contents of the message: “Mr Diego, this is Adriana Cruz. I want to make myself clear which is why I am writing to you. I will never marry you or take the Castillo name. Therefore, I suggest you talk to your father about canceling the marriage while I speak to mine as well. The marriage will never happen, so please find a way to call it off. Thank you.” The message left my head spinning, and for some strange reason, I began to feel a heat rising inside me. Although I didn't know Diego very well, I would never forget how ruthless and unforgiving he could be. No one dared to oppose him as they feared for their lives.

‎Mireth chatters brightly about nothing: the weather (eternally night), the wine (vintage void), the pheasant (raised on moonlight and regret). ‎Draven says nothing. ‎I steal glances at him. ‎He is carving his meat with surgical precision, eyes fixed on his plate. Every time our gazes brush, his jaw tightens. ‎The silence stretches until it hums. ‎Mireth finally sighs dramatically. ‎“You two are worse than thunderstorms. Someone speak before I start a lightning storm indoors.” ‎Draven’s voice is low, dangerous. ‎“Perhaps the bride would like to explain why she saw fit to insult my court.”

Absurd comments kept flying, and I couldn't help but laugh. I lifted my gaze to the stage, where Victor's face flickered from pale to red, helpless. "Victor, did you hear that? They say I'm your lawful wife. So, whose wedding are you even holding right now?" Victor's face turned crimson. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn't argue with the relatives, and he wouldn't dare meet my eyes. He just kept his head low, cringing like a coward.

Stefano squeezed my hand so hard it almost hurt, like he was making sure I knew there was no way out. Each time I attempted to listen to the priest, my mind just kept repeating, 'This isn’t real, this can’t be real,' and my chest ached so fiercely that I had to bite my lip to hold back tears. The weirdest part was how fake it all felt; I barely remembered saying 'I do,' as if I was reciting lines from someone else’s script. The second it was over, a loud wave of applause erupted through the room. Someone near the front immediately shouted, loud and clear: “Kiss her!”

It was Sophia Colombo, my best friend, who was calling out to me. She was my bridesmaid for my wedding to Owen. I must have been feeling a little anxious about the wedding, which was why I had that nightmare. Owen was the Don of the Thorne family, after all. He had plenty of women by his side. As for me, I was just a former Principessa from the bankrupt Warwick family. He wanted me to feel secure about our relationship and promised me an unforgettable wedding.