Ex Wife Shows Up To Wedding With Gun นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I just met with Mira’s mother. She’s thrilled that you and Mira are finally tying the knot. Don’t worry, I’ll handle all the wedding arrangements. You don’t have to do a thing, just be present.” Her voice is animated, self-assured. Chris exhales, leaning back in his seat. “Mum, I’m married.” Silence stretches on the other end. “What do you mean you’re married? To who? When?” Her voice rises, sharp with disbelief. “I will introduce her soon,” Chris answers calmly. “We registered today.” The rebuke that follows is long and fierce, his mother’s anger pouring through the line until she finally hangs up, demanding he come see her immediately.

Turning his gaze toward the source of the excitement, Caesar couldn't believe his eyes. "She looks familiar," a woman in a stunning red gown caught his eye. She had flowing dark hair and a captivating smile that drew everyone's attention. The room seemed to fall silent as she entered, with all eyes fixed on her. "No way!" Caesar's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the woman. It was Grace, his ex-wife, who had disappeared from his life without a trace five years ago. He couldn't believe his eyes. How was it possible that she was here, in the same city, at his party?

“I was beginning to think you wouldn't attend my wedding.” I raise my pistol, blinding white light blocking my vision. “Take your hands off her.” He laughs, “I don't think you are in the position to make demands.” Another burst of gunfire echoes from somewhere nearby. Again, not ours. I frown, one of our soldiers looks towards the entrance. “Boss. Those aren't our men.” Another explosion rattles the wedding venue, and more armed men pour in through every entrance. They are wearing different uniforms with different insignias.

What shocked me even more was that while I was working day and night and drinking nonstop to entertain and get business deals, she gave birth to a child for that man. No wonder she was reluctant to let me return to the city. She was worried that I would discover her secret. I smiled bitterly before I returned home and began to pack my luggage. Then, I calmly made a phone call. “Grandpa, the wedding’s canceled. From today onward, the Houde family and the Lindt family will no longer have deals and collaborate. I’ll pack up and go home to inherit the company.” “Alright. I’ll do as you say.” On the other end of the phone, my grandfather sounded both happy and worried. “Hubert, why has the weddin

"Why wouldn't I be?" But keenly-observing grandma lean back on her seat, watching the news with excitement. Bella was nothing like so polite: lolling, cross-legged upon the arm of the sofa, with a smirk, with an amused sneer which served as partial mask but little else. "Look, your ex has finally moved on," Bella chirped bright with the false brightness that always underlined her lilt. "Big wedding and all. I guess he has moved on." Nicole's fingers tightened on the armrest as heat burrowed into her skin.

"Get off me!" But, one man smack her neck using the gun he was holding; though he was a bit amused with her fragile neck for a bit. The bride passed out and carried her like a sack of rice. The groom was about to run but— Everyone was shocked when one man shot his gun towards the grooms leg, but the shot was purposely not intended to hit so it only made a slip to the groom's pants. The tragedy happened so fast that they leave the church with terror news. THE DAUGHTER OF THE NUMBER ONE MULTIBILLIONAIRE IS KIDNAPPED

No matter what I'm making sure she signs our marriage contract today and start leaving in this estate with me . She wouldn't even refuse me .... I could see the shock on her face as we moved into the estate . I didn't blame her , people tend to have that expression on their face the first time they visit the estate . I packed the car and as I got out she got out with me . " Boss " the guards greeted and I gave a nod as I walked passed them some of them who where present at our wedding the other time looked suprised to see me with my ex fiancee.

The headlines shouted about our past marriage. "BREAKING NEWS: MON Chairman, Mr. Hans Kenji Alvez, WAS married to the owner of EXiellene Royale, Ms. Exelle Kim?" My body froze as I read each headline, one after another. They all revolved around our marriage. Tremors ran through my hands, and my throat felt tight, overwhelmed by a surge of anxiety. Cold sweat formed on my palms. I sat there, staring blankly at the article I had opened, unable to comprehend how and why all this had surfaced.

“I regret to inform you that the ceremony will not be taking place today. The wedding has been officially called off.” A collective gasp swept through the guests. Chairs scraped. Murmurs erupted like wildfire. “Please remain calm while arrangements are made for your departure. Refreshments will be served in the reception area…” But then the microphone hissed. A sharp, violent sound like someone had grabbed it mid-broadcast. Silence dropped again, heavier this time. And then a second voice came through. Not the coordinator. Calm. Familiar. And completely unexpected. “Actually… the wedding is still happening.”

I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes briefly. How will I explain this to her? I wondered. How would I explain to my best friend that I married my ex’s rival? That I sold my future to save my mother? That I didn’t even have time to think? The car slowed down and finally stopped. David straightened slightly. “We’re here,” he said calmly. I opened my eyes. The building in front of us looked simple, plain, and official. The Civil Registry. No flowers. No music. No crowd.