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"What's in that?" "It's a mail from my Mother." He replied, picking it up. "A plane ticket for an honeymoon in France." I stared at him wide-eyed in disbelief. First, I was married off without my consent, and now, I was about to be shipped off like a silverware to a place where I knew no one. I exhaled deeply and steadied my misty eyes on the dark liquid in front of me. My life had completely slipped from my hands in such a short moment.

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "

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Once the boarding was done, I slipped into my seat. My phone chimed, and there it was a message from Adrian. He sent me a screenshot of an invitation: Groom: Julian Monroe Bride: Irene Cast He texted, “What is this?” I ignored. The plane’s announcement instructed us to turn off our phones. I pulled the SIM card out and tore it in half. Adrian… to me, you are like that draw. Blank. Empty.

" After the wedding, you will officially be called Mrs. Wood. I want to be part of your bridesmaids! Her friends expressed this sentiment excitedly while jumping around in her room... "You bet you will," Brindle replied with a grin. "My wedding is going to be the talk of the town for centuries. It'll go down in history as the most epic wedding ever! it will om everybody's lips in every successive generation" "Sir, a package just came in for you," the guard announced, handing it over to Richard. Richard took the package into his room and slowly began to unwrap it. As he opened it, his legs suddenly felt weak, and he stumbled, grabbing onto a drawer for support.

See you soon, babe. Love forever, Your future husband “Oh crap. Why do these guys have to do this?” My chief brides maid says said as she grabbed a tissue and handed it to me. I took the wrapping off the box and opened the lid. Inside sat a beautiful diamond bracelet. “It’s so beautiful. I can’t believe he did this,” I said. “Yes, you can.” Eve my friend from california says. “We all can believe it.” I removed the bracelet, and Eve placed it on my wrist.

The flowers were perfect. That was the only thing going right. I had been awake since four in the morning making sure that the roses with just enough blush to look romantic without being loud, greenery that didn't overpower, ribbon tied the way Vivienne had shown me three times on a YouTube video she'd sent at midnight. Everything was perfect. The bride just wasn't here. Her text came at 6:47 a.m. "I'm sorry, Aria. I can't do it. Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."