Ex Wife Shows Up To Wedding With Gun นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Oh, Scarlett... I’m so sorry. I tried to tell him to stay with you. I tried to be the bigger person, but love... you can’t fight love." They wanted a show. They wanted me to scream, to tear at my veil, or to beg Arthur to change his mind. They wanted the "Ice Queen" of the Pierce family to finally break in public. I walked over to the priest, who was frozen in shock, and calmly took the microphone from his hand. The feedback gave a sharp hum that silenced the room. "Fine," I said. My voice was flat, professional, and loud. "The wedding is off." Arthur blinked. He looked confused, perhaps even a little disappointed that I wasn't devastated. "Scarlett, I—"

On the day of our engagement, Richard Bennett left the country with his secretary, Sonia Hale. All he left behind was his illegitimate baby and a text message. "This deal will make or break my company. You're a housewife, Freya. There's nothing you can do to help. Take good care of the son Sonia and I had. When I come back, I'll marry you." I deleted his number and went back to my mafia family. I sent the baby to a foster agency overseas without leaving my name. Then, at my father's request, I married William Corvino, the young Don of the Corvino family. Three years later, Richard came back and started his new company. Apparently, he'd spent all three years looking for me. He finally found m

Max catches my eye as he waves at me and then points to the side exit near the venue, and once I move my eyes to follow where he's pointing, I see a well-dressed-up woman, who looks exactly like Grayson's mom. "She's here." I whisper out, not believing my eyes. She actually showed up, six hours later, but she's here after she said she'd rather burn in hell than come to our wedding, after Grayson and I told his parents we were getting married, which is what caused Grayson and his mom to fall out completely. Grayson's eyes land on her and then he stands up, enraged with a dark expression on his face. "I'll get rid of her." He says before I stop him, standing up and holding his arm.

It was all a con. His wife rolled her eyes. “Enough talking,” she snapped, shooting him a sharp look. “She’s not walking away from this.” In one swift motion, she pulled a small pistol from under her discarded jacket on the couch and levelled it at me. I stumbled back a step, my heart hammering out of control. My ex held out an arm. “Don’t make a mess,” he warned her under his breath. Cold terror washed over me. They were going to kill me. “You... you’re going to shoot me now?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Relief washed over me, and I smiled, turning back to Shawn. But before the officiant could continue, a rustle came from the crowd. A woman stood, her movements sharp and deliberate, peeling off a wide-brimmed hat to reveal her face. My blood ran cold. Vanessa Monroe. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, her eyes wild with something dangerous, and in her hand was a gun, pointed straight at me. “I object to this fucking wedding!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the stunned silence like a blade.

Anything to stop the image of Elara’s tired eyes from invading his head — the eyes he once believed he knew. Stop thinking about her, he told himself. But fate rarely listened. As a spotlight cut through the haze, illuminating the VIP corridor, Liam’s gaze drifted lazily… and then stopped. His heartbeat lurched. There, in a fitted black uniform, balancing a silver tray with practiced grace, was a woman he would recognize anywhere. Elara. His ex-wife. The woman he once promised to protect. The woman Celine had told him had a child with another man. The alcohol in his veins suddenly felt like fire.

"Graham Thompson, do you take Michelle Adams to be your one and only lawfully wedded wife forever and ever?" The marriage officiant at the courthouse asked Graham. Graham's eyes wandered around the hall. He looked at his father and Gerald nodded at him with a warm encouraging smile on his face. The bride's father, however, gave Graham a warning look. Richard reached for the inside of his jacket and slightly took out the pistol he had hidden in there. He didn't expose it completely but it was enough to show Graham what would happen if he bolted from the wedding.

Betsy was so sure that something was going on than they let on. They were received by Landon and Mia who led them to the spot where John had reserved for them. Once they were settled. Landon and Mia left to welcome more invited guests. Finally, the Winthropes arrived. And just as John and Stone had suspected. They were escorted by gunmen. Not just any gunmen, but about a dozen armed men came with them. Their convoy rolled to a stop right in front of the venue. The first people to come out of the convoy were the gun men. They carried sophisticated weapons. Stone almost snorted at their behaviour. Who goes carrying weapons to a wedding?

“Or you may be the next tabloid centerpiece.” I grinned at him. “The wedding’s next week,” i told him. “You’re invited.” “I’ll bring my whole department,” Cash promised. Aurora eyebrows arched. “All of it?” Grier nodded thoughtfully. “And I’ll have something very nice planned for your wedding day,” he added Mark overheard him. Run for the border,” he mused.“He was waiting for us at my ranch after our wedding, with half the county law enforcement personnel, and I had to threaten him with a shotgun to get rid of him!”

Even from the corner of my eye, I could see that the one entering was a woman wearing the work uniform from the florist company I hired for my wedding day. It should end well, right? But why did my heart just start racing with an adrenaline rush as if danger was incoming? "You're not marrying my husband! You whore! I'm still alive! I'm still his legal wife! You're not marrying my husband! I objected to this wedding!" The florist worker who had just come into the cathedral screamed hard and started undressing her working uniform, revealing a sexy red tube dress underneath. She blatantly took out a gun from her behind and started aiming at me and Cassie.