Novel & Cerita Father Of The Bride Part Two

Kiss the Bride EVERYTHING was perfect. The only thing missing from my wedding is one of my beloved, my father. And first, I don't feel like I am an emotional bride... that is because our wedding is not like those lovely couples who were deeply in love with each other. That Beach wedding could be called perfect for all of Damien and I's guests. Our parents are truly convinced that Damien and I are really getting better... but only friends know.

She soon came and stood beside me, as I immediately brushed off my unconscious tears. No! You're not breaking down, Neil.. Not now, not ever! My mind screamed at me as I agreed to it. Father started the rituals, again. Both of us had replied with an "I Do", although we had definitely meant not one of them, at least me. During the whole thing my eyes had been fixed on that statue of God. My mind seemed to ask him.. Why? Why me? But of course, no reply ever came. "You may now kiss the bride.", The Father said.

After the greeting Diana's father and her uncle excused themselves with master Andrew to have some private space. They looked like they wanted to discuss something confidential. As Diana was left with her aunt and mother. "How have you been both?" Diana asked holding her mother's cold hand passing a dearly gaze to both the elders while smiling politely. "We are good, it's just nowadays is little tiring. After Genelia got married, the mafia decided to fix Bella's wedding next. Your uncle took the responsibility!"

"We decided that in order for peace to be a possibility, we had to unite as a family." I found myself instantly unwilling to hear anything else that my father had to say as his eyes drilled into me. "I and Cavallaro arranged that you would wed his eldest child Damon, who would later become Capo dei Capi of the Familia." I had the sensation of falling. "Why me?"

Might be a little hesitation or silent tenseness while looking at the very man who was waiting for her in front of the priest. The whole alliance were about to witness her being his in minutes. The man with so much cruelty, the man with no heart. The man who never let anyone have any access to his mind. Such a heartless man was going to be her groom for life. Standing in very expensive black tuxedo master Alejandro's eyes were totally blank while staring at Genelia walking towards him while locking her arms with her father. Church being quite in respect of her royal arrival. For many women it was a dream, linking arms with their father who hand their daughter over to the husband in front of

“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.

True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so. He reached for the contract as his Grandfather handed it to him, flipping it to the next page and seeing the terms of the marriage. He only had six months to find a bride and marry her! Also, she would be given a polygraph test along with a pelvic exam from an OBGYN of his choosing in order to qualify! Was his Grandfather insane? There was more to the contract, but all the words started to blur together. Todd was either having a panic attack or he was about to lose it and punch his Grandfather in the face. Either way, he had to get out of there. He stood

He looked exactly as he had the night he’d discarded Julian—arrogant, entitled, and utterly unaware of the fire he had started. "Thank you, Chase," Victor said, his voice flat. He didn't offer his son a hand to shake. "I trust you’ve been entertaining our guests?" "Of course, Father," Chase said, his eyes sliding toward Julian. He didn't see Julian Ashford. He saw a trophy. He saw a girl who was now his stepmother, a thought that clearly amused him. "And this is the mysterious Juliet. I must say, Father, your taste has improved. She’s... exquisite."

"But there was something your father never got the chance to finish telling you on that tape." Lorrie looked frantically between them. "What?" The old man's face grew incredibly serious, his voice softening. "Your marriage... was never meant to be a cold business contract. It was your father's final dying wish." Lorrie's eyes filled with tears, the heavy doubts of the past few days instantly evaporating. Lorenzo stood frozen, completely stunned by the realization that his father’s hidden mandate aligned perfectly with the path he had chosen. The Chancellor smiled warmly, looking at their joined hands. "But judging by the way you two look at each other... I don't think either of you needs his

“Do you take them, Lena?” The priest’s voice shook as he said it. Them. Not him. Every whisper in the grand hall died. The silence pressed down, thick and heavy. Lena froze. Her fingers trembled around the bouquet. Her lips parted, but no word came out. She looked up and saw them. Two men. Two brothers. Two grooms. Damian Blackwell stood on her left tall, dark, and sharp as a blade. His jaw was tight, his black suit perfect, his cold eyes locked on her like a hunter watching prey.