Novel & Cerita Bride Of Alfonso

His voice carries a hint of anger as he yanks the covers off me. Reluctantly, I open my eyes and sit up. "It's a popular drama." Alvar is wearing a suit today. His dark hair is neatly combed and his hand is in his pocket. Handsomer than the hero of the TV behind him. Alvar, looking incredibly handsome in his suit, frowns. "What's it called?" "Um... Alpha's... Runaway Bride..." I trail off as the TV characters argue. The male lead roars, ["Why did you leave me? Are you still in love with your ex-mate?"]

That man is one hell of handsomeness. “I’m crystal”. She responded “A precious name for a precious gem like you”. He said, kissing her hand once again. Damien growl at him immediately, Carlo laughed and quickly raise his hands in surrender. “Hi”. Rose said bluntly. Crystal scoffed. “It’s nice to see you again sis”. Her stomach suddenly grumbled. Making her cheek turn red in embarrassment. “I’d take you downstairs to get some food”. Damien carried her in a bride way, heading downstairs.

Bella said the last part in a wink as she walked out of her room. Rex who was watching them chuckled making Don scowl at him from the mirror and he bowed his head quietly. Don finished wearing his tux and turned towards the exit with Rex following behind. **************** AT THE ALTAR* "Do you, Don promise to take Lillian Blake to be your lawfully wedded wife, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always till death do you part?" The priest read the wedding vow. "Yes." Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown.

He was a bit reserved but friendly all the same and he had come to accept my eccentric behavior after a while. I also knew one thing about my betrothal to the Alpha of the rival pack. Since he didn't have a child, I was trained just like an Alpha because I would be the one to lead his pack after he was gone. And this was because he didn't have a child, so I, his wife would be the one to continue his reign after his demise. Since today was the day before our marriage to each other, it was also the night of the bachelor and bachelorette party. And that was the reason I was going to his room to call him. His friends were already waiting for him in the living room.

"I promise." Now, Paul's eyes turned to mine. "Rhea Valeria, are you willing to stand beside your Alpha, dedicate yourself to the well-being of House Targarion, and be loyal to him in both darkness and light?" I took a deep breath. Inside, Rora pushed me forward, eager for my answer. My words came out stronger than I thought they would: "I do." "And so, by the authority granted to me by the Targarion ancestors, I pronounce you lawfully wed. What fate has joined, let no one dare separate."

It's one thing to get married, it's another thing getting married to your mean, arrogant boss. I had excused myself from Antonio's mother saying I wanted to rest and sleep since we had come late home from her ladies group where she wanted to introduce me as Antonio's fiancé and his soon to be bride. The ladies were quite lovely and accepting. Didn't feel any bad blood there.

It took all of me to not shove him away at our physical closeness. He tilted his head and took my lips in between his. His lips were on mine for merely a few seconds but it felt like an eternity before he left them and leaned back to look in my eyes. This whole time I didn't realize that Alex was holding my hands until after the priest announced us as Mr and Mrs. Alex Ricco , making me stumble a bit. It was all thanks to Alex's firm hold that I didn't fall on the ground. The realization of being married to one of the most dangerous men in our circle slapped on my face. The realization that I am no longer a fratello but a Ricco felt like going from one nightmare to another.

Rafaelle admitted Althaia was becoming scarier every day, and her hormones were making her a walking menace to everyone, and Damiano always looked at her with nothing more than pride. Rafaelle mentally scoffed. Psychos really do attract psychos. The music started to play, and the chatting that had been going on, slowly died down as everyone got to their feet, looking in anticipation at the doors where the bride would appear. Damiano let out a breath and waited. Inside the master suite, Althaia took a final look in the mirror with a smile on her lips. “Such a beautiful bride.” Eleanor held her hands close to her heart as she looked at her daughter-in-law.

And when I regain it, I speak, "She told me that you're betrothed to her." Alfonso nods without hesitation. "Yes," he does not even flinch. In fact the way he says it looks as if he is answering to a very dumb child. Like he is trying to tell me, ‘was it not obvious?’ I immediately feel very stupid. He does not stop looking at me. If anybody should feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, it should be him. But the uncomfortable and embarrassing feeling was clinging to me like a bad smell. The way he even admitted to the fact that he is betrothed to Nubian makes me cringe visibly. He does not even have a single iota of guilt in his voice.

My men stand behind me, their guns drawn and ready, prepared for any potential confrontation with the Outfit. All eyes turn to me, including Adalina’s. Alfonso’s expression is filled with rage and confusion. “What the fuck are you doing here, Fedorov?” Alfonso yells. “I’m here to stop this wedding,” I reply, my voice low and steady. “What the fuck?” Alfonso shouts. “Adalina is mine, we belong together, and I’m not going to let her marry anyone else.” I don’t back down. Adalina’s father stands up from his pew, his face red with anger. “How dare you come to my daughter’s wedding and cause a scene!” he exclaims.