Ex Wife Shows Up To Wedding With Gun の小説・ストーリー

He reached for her hand, gently lifting it and pressing a farewell kiss to her fingers. "Kendra," he whispered, his voice full of respect, "I hope you are happy, both today and always." He cast one last look at her, nodded respectfully, and began to walk away, his two bodyguards falling behind him. When Douglas walked out, all tension melted fully and was replaced by peace and finality. Guests looked around, some of them smiling while others nodded in acceptance. The residual uncertainty disappeared, and the assembly returned its attention to the wedding proper. Philip exhaled and let another wave of coolness cascade over him once more. Kendra squeezed his hand light, looking up at him with

Waiting to see if I'm going to be angry, or threatened, or shaken, or any of the things the men in her life have probably been about the parts of her they didn't know existed. I look at her for a long moment. At the gun in her hand. At the faint outline of the knife sheath through the fabric at her other thigh. At the woman I married approximately four hours ago who has been carrying weapons in a wedding dress to her own reception and apparently also knows exactly how to use them. The three of them we caught tonight they're players, not the architect. The name she gave me, the one behind all of it, is still out there. But tonight we've peeled back another layer and that person knows it now.

the man said to me with a stern tone. Before I could even say anything in my defence, the man's next word was "Security", and immediately two muscular men in suits immediately emerged where we were. "Please show this man the exit," the man commanded the two muscular men. "Yes, sir," they both replied in unison before grabbing me despite my protest and dragging me outside, and just like that, I was humiliated before everyone and also thrown out of such a big event just because I was too excited to see my ex-wife, who I thought had been missing for the past three years.

"There's no record of her leaving the country. She should still be here." Calvin's grip tightened around his phone, his knuckles going white. "I see. Postpone the wedding." No hesitation. He threw on his coat, fixed his hair, and headed out. As the car kept going, the view outside got way too familiar. Wait— My parents' house? *** Did he seriously want his ex-wife at his wedding that badly? It was past midnight. My family was already asleep when loud pounding rattled the front door. My dad yanked it open, annoyed. The second he saw Calvin, that irritation turned into disgust.

Three black SUVs tore through the gates and skidded to a stop in the driveway. Travis stepped out, followed by a line of guards. My breath caught. Was he here to apologize? To fix things with Eileen? I crept back to the balcony overlooking the foyer. “Travis!” Eileen ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I knew you were joking. The wedding is still on, right?” “What the hell is this, Travis?” my father growled, pointing at his chest. “You cancel the wedding through a legal notice and then show up here like this?”

But I do mind that Aleksei left me alone like this. “Are you still thinking about it?” Serena asks. We are curled up on the couch in the living room. She is tearing through greasy food like she hadn’t eaten in days, stuffing her face like the act itself could distract us both from what happened. She is talking about the man who turned up at the wedding with a gun. I shake my head. “No… I still need to ask Aleksei what that was about. But–” I shift toward her, dropping my voice. “Do you know what a Pakhan is?”

Could it be that he went with someone whom I saw the notification on his phone? “Are you going somewhere?” I asked, masking my worries behind a small smirk. “Yes,” he said, closing the space between us. “It’s about one of the billionaires in town. I want to invest in or pitch my project. I heard his wife is holding an exhibition, and I thought it’d be nice to say hello—protect the project’s interests.” My hands instinctively went to my chest as a name surfaced in my mind. Mrs. Walton. She had invited me to her exhibition not long ago.

"Hi, Madam. I'm really troubled by something right now. My ex-husband is getting married tomorrow. I'm going to marry him alongside another woman. How do I ensure he chooses to spend the wedding night with me first?" The confused female voice rang clearly in everyone's ears. Everyone, including Giselle, was left dumbfounded. The live stream chat fell into dead silence. Moments later, it exploded with a flurry of activity. "Wait, your ex-husband's getting married? You're marrying him alongside another woman? And you want to be the first to consummate the marriage?"

I immediately ducked , laying low on the floor What was happening, who was shooting? My mind raced, not knowing what to do. The wedding guests had gone into a frenzy, scattering the chairs and tables. The Don also ducked and pulled out a gun A gun?? This man carried a freaking gun to a wedding, his wedding!. I was still try to recover from the adrenaline spike and my whole body was shaking when another bullet tore through the air. I screamed this time, cowering behind the chairs. Trembling, I didn't notice that the Don had left.

Fierce stabs of agony lanced down my arm as I held my gun up, but I was used to being pushed to my limits. Just as the door flew open and one of Akim's closest confidants rushed in, I aimed my gun at his head. He flung his hands up into the air as he skidded to a stop, breathing hard. "Zakh?" He narrowed his eyes, looking at Alisa with me, then Maxim and the priest. Last, he noticed Akim dead next to the other Antonov soldier. "What the fuck is going on?" "You're going to stand right there and bear witness to our wedding." When he opened his mouth to shout back, snarling at what I'd said, I took one step closer with my gun trained on the spot between his eyes.