Father Of Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

“No matter what it takes, I’m going to find out what that woman is hiding. We can’t let her get married to Daddy.” “Be careful,” I told her. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. Soon, we were at the beautifully decorated garden, awaiting the arrival of the bride. Blair and I sat beside each other in the front row. We were looking at my father, who stood there with a half-smile on his face. He didn’t look nervous or too happy. He was just… Well, he was just there. Soon, the musical instruments began to play. “Here comes the bride,” someone announced.

I asked. He didn’t answer right away. Then he turned the screen toward me. It was an email from Victor Kane. Attached were documents. Bank transfers. Messages. All showing large payments from my father’s company to an offshore account right before the wedding. Alexander’s voice was low. “Explain this, Emma.” I leaned closer. My stomach dropped. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never seen these before.” “Money moved from your father’s accounts to the same shell company Kane uses,” he said. “Right before you took Sophia’s place at the altar. It looks like you were paid to do this.”

Victor had taken the photo himself, yet he didn't notice a thing. … On the wedding day, I stood behind the scenes in my role as the wedding planner. Nearly all of Victor's relatives and friends were present. His mother moved briskly through the crowd, her face glowing with joy, attentive and considerate in every detail—the image of a flawless, loving mother-in-law. Once upon a time, she had treated me the same way, as proof of how much the Langfords valued me. The day Victor and I registered our marriage, it was during the pandemic. No guests. No banquet.

“Lucas?” “I was wondering when you’d notice,” Olivia replied beside me, her gaze on the people seated across the venue. The officiant cleared his throat. “Before the vows, Eric Gomez, the billionaire father of the bride, has an announcement to make.” My eyes watered as I noticed the sad smile tugging at his lips. I missed him so much. If Matilda hadn’t held me back, I would have run into his arms. My father stepped forward, holding a document in his hand. He cleared his throat and looked through the crowd as if expecting someone. I knew he wished for a miracle. And by heavens, I was glad I had been spared—not for anyone, but for my father.

His father looked at his son's phone and said, "You have a message. Maybe it's from my daughter in love." Mark picked his phone up and opened the message. His eyes lit up when he saw the video clip. He gave the phone to his father and said, "Dad, Mr Brady sent the Fairytale Love commercial." His father watched the video clip grinning from ear to ear. He became emotional when he saw his son and his daughter in love getting married. They were beyond beautiful. He smiled at his son with tears in his eyes and said, "Son, you are such a beautiful couple. I wish your mother is still alive to witness the goodness of the Lord."

"Oh please, don't ruin my mood with your never ending pity. Let me just imagine myself wearing it and assume you got it for me and present it to me like this… she paused as she dramatized how Naya would go on her knees to present the bracelet to her. "I'm presenting a bracelet not asking you to be my wife," Naya muttered giggling. "Even if you ask me I would have said no if you were a guy," enola scoffed. "You dare not, you won't be able to resist my handsome face," Naya bragged. "And you won't be able to resist my honey ass," enola replied, shaking her ass.

I'm free- "Let's continue father" Wait, what? "Continue?" The priest asks, confusion marring his wrinkly features. "Yes. This wedding will continue. The only difference is that now I'm the groom" "Where's your bride?" I blurt out without thinking. Romeo's death means I don't have to get married. Right? "You of course. Do you see anyone else dressed as a bride in this church? And don't even think about it, Vito. They're all neutralized" he says talking to my father but not looking back to where he is.

I also sent Axe a message and the result was the same, he didn't respond to me at all, seemingly not caring even though I sent a picture of myself as a bride. I know Axe is stubborn, unfortunately he's also human. He can give up like everyone else, including many factors that influenced Axe to stop fighting for me. Our parents clearly disapproved and even unleashed their wrath upon learning of their two children's illicit relationship. If we couldn't get our parents' blessing, chances are the universe's blessing wouldn't be on our side either. And that has been proven by the arrival of my wedding day with another man today. "Bridgette, my lovely daughter, are you ready?" My well-dressed dad

“Just wait, Mr Chairman, I will get everything back to its place very soon.” “Today, as you all can see, I’m very much glad with what is happening here today. My only son is getting married. Of course, I am a happy father. I must thank each and every one of you for being here and most especially to the bride’s family...come, come, come please, Chairman Nicholas...” Dad stood and went up and the two exchanged some words I couldn’t hear and then a tight embrace as though they had known each other all their lives. I just scoffed within me, it was all for the media. They were businessmen after all. “As you all can see, the bride’s father is as happy as I am. I think he shed a tear or two...”

everyone replied, raising their flutes of champagne and drinking from it. "It is now time; the moment has arrived for the Father and Daughter dance. Please join me in welcoming the bride and her father to the dance floor." The guests cheered as Dad walked up to me. "Let us dance, my sweet." he said as he stretched his hand to me. I dropped my champagne flute, took his hand and walked with him to the dance floor as Camilla Cabello's 'First Man' plays from the speakers. I placed my head on Dad's chest as he maneuvered us across the dance floor while the guests watched.