Father Of The Bride Part Two Novels & Stories

"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.

I said. " Too late?? For what?? " " Actually, Dad wants her to settle down as soon as possible. He has even found a suitable person for her. His friend's son got a divorce last year, as his wife was cheating on him. He is planning to invite his friend and his son to my wedding. " I said and saw that he was shocked. " What? What is the hurry? She just got her divorce finalized. For God's sake, give her some time!! " He said. It was evident he wanted time for himself, too.

That was a taunt. "Let him be. Do not forget that we are here to share his happiness. Don't make him regret sending an invitation to you." He added. Luna Celine was about to lash back while her second husband frowned. Her darkened eyes promptly softened as the crowd whispered about the arrival of the bride. Aura was here. "Now now… let's take our seats and let him adore his bride." His father asserted as he detached himself from the crowd to sit in the empty space in the first row.

he gripped my waist tighter than before. Wow, he is going to bruise it from this side too. "Let. Go. Of. Me" I said through gritted teeth. The song ended and I walked back to my seat with him trailing behind me with his hands in his pockets and a vicious smirk on his face. It was time for speeches. First, it was the father of the bride. I was looking forward to my father's speech. I hope he won't mention how much of a disappointment I am to him.

Her face partially hidden, but her eyes downward. The caption read: The bride who vanished. My chest tightened. They showed her records. Her father’s name, a man who sold government secrets. A political exile, a traitor, a thief and a disgrace. “She may not have pulled the trigger,” our stepmother said venomously. “But that blood runs in her veins.” “She fooled all of us,” someone from logistics said. “I mean, she had us all charmed. Like a goddamn actress.” “She was raised by a martyr,” another muttered. “But you can’t outrun your DNA.”

He was so fucked up—literally my husband in name, and a kidnapper on top of that. “Such a feisty woman,” Theodore murmured. “You’re my wife now, in case you forgot.” “If I remember right, you didn’t even attend our wedding—which was today.” I smiled right in his face. “And you already know I’m the replacement bride. Not as pretty as my sister. So how about you shut it?” He didn’t look at me. “Still, you are my wife. So you’d better be on your best behavior—or I can have a talk with your father.”

Given the late hour, his sole idea was marriage, believing he could handle the ram issue later. Upon entering the Venue, Rudra was ecstatic to see what had been used for his son's wedding adornment. He was also quite depressed over not being a part of his son's nuptials. "Get on deck and finish your marriage, I'd prefer to tune into it," he remarked, glancing at Rajeev. After giving his father another embrace, Rajeev entered the stage and replaced him. The bride is escorted by Ram and Abhi in a pallaki while the priest shouts several spiritual mantras in the backdrop.

She paused briefly in front of me but ultimately walked past me without a second glance. "Argo, I will never forgive you for what you've done to my daughter!" The bride's father's voice echoed throughout the entire church. "Let me explain everything, dad!" He descended from the platform, attempting to follow the bride, but a man grabbed his collar. "Where do you think you're going, huh? You can't just run away from the mess you've created with my sister!" "Don't mess with my friend unless you want your brains splattered on the floor!" declared the man, gripping the groom by the neck, facing him with a fierce determination.