Father Of The Bride Part Two 소설 & 이야기

Albert said. "What do you mean?" Julius was unhappy. "Nothing. When I find someone, I will immediately bring her home." His dad and mom had met through a blind date arranged by their families. Since their families matched in social standing, the two immediately got married. His father at that time had just taken over the company and was very busy. Since the two were married through a blind date, it was hard to cultivate romantic feelings between the two since his father was always busy. But his mother was gentle and understanding and did not make a fuss about anything and just played her role as a good wife. It was not until she gave birth to two sons that his father started to pay more atte

Cecilia felt her cheeks grow warm, her heartbeat quickening of its own accord. She nodded softly, her gaze shyly avoiding his intense stare as she gracefully stood and linked her arm with his solid one. "Let's go, my dear groom," she replied softly, her voice brimming with unconcealed happiness. *** Outside in the manor's parking lot, the bride's father, Edward Martin, had just stepped out of his car. Surveying the throng of reporters, his inner vanity swelled. His eyes burned, the corners of his mouth lifting in an irrepressible smirk.

she said, wiping her tears. I draped my hands around her shoulder and said, “I am happy your daughter is going to be my daughter-in-law.” “And your son is going to be my son-in-law. I am so happy.” She smiled. The bride then walked on the aisle with her father Peter. She was looking so beautiful in white and I was seeing the love which I had seen in Aviv's eyes for me. ****

Everyone except for me as I was twisting my head to catch a glimpse of Hudson, who was wearing a white shirt and tuxedo jacket and looked extremely handsome but to my surprise, another man was walking Ellen down the aisle. The bride was absolutely radiant beaming and looked at everyone, from side to side, as she walked down her towards her waiting groom and the man was smiling happily and looking at her dotingly as if he had the right to be there, in a way I supposed had full right. I knew exactly who he was. It was none other than Hudson’s father, Leo Ford, the man who had given her life. He was her father in name. But who had never been there for her every single day?

"Father, I never thought you'd come, are you feeling better?" Maxwell shook his head, handing the wine bottle to his son. "Not quite, but I couldn't miss your wedding, I wanted to at least have a picture." He gestured to Lexie who glared at him as she came. "Take a picture for us and with us and I'll make sure he stays for the reception whether he likes it or not." "But fathe—!" "Shut up, Zheme." His father handed Lexie his phone. "Take me a nice one., then come, we'll take one together."

He screamed at his dad in utter disrespect. "You will do as I say, or you will learn to live on your own. This matter is not up for debate!" His father shouted back. "And furthermore, if you have carry on with that dim witted, slutty ass actress at least have the decency to keep her on the down low. Just for the love of God, do not procreate with that idiot, I don't need any ugly red headed grandchildren running around here!" His father demanded shamelessly. "Other than that, I really don't care what you do with her!" He said in a disgusted tone. "However, you WILL marry Stella," I heard his father scream angrily at his defiant son, his face was no doubt becoming redder by the second.

Then, I was led down the aisle by my father, and Clara and her husband actually graced my wedding. Clara wasn't my maid of honor. Tina was, as I wanted Tina to get married. She was more than a housemaid to me. She was like a sister, my best friend, and my gossip partner—someone I chat with. Edwin and Becky attended my second wedding with Jace, as Edwin was Jace's best man, just as Jace was Edwin's best man in Edwin and Becky's wedding. Dad led me down the aisle, and I was smiling bashfully as Jace stood, dressed impeccably in a black suit.

And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel. Gasps erupted. Phones lifted. Someone whispered, “Is this a stunt?” My mother stood in shock. My father looked down, ashamed. Reaching out, Clarissa took Liam's hand. “You have always wanted to get a dramatic entrance” she said, barely audible but loud enough for me to hear. In a split second, Liam grabbed her into his arms and kissed her. On the altar. In my dress. On the day that was supposed to belong to me. The crowd didn’t know what to do. Applaud? Mourn? Some clapped awkwardly. Others recorded. A few turned to look at me, unsure whether t

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

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.”