Father Of The Bride Part Two Novels & Stories

"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.

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.”

she sneered, turning to Vanessa and offering her a reassuring smile. Ashley sat there on the ground, feeling the sting of Beatrice words cut through her like a knife. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Instead, she sat there like an outcast, unwanted in her own husband’s home… in the house she had once tried so hard to belong to. “Are you sure about this son?” Victor’s calm voice broke through the tension as his eyes fell on the divorce papers lying on the ground. He was Caleb’s father, a business man with years of experience in the family business. “Are you sure you really want to end this marriage?”

He thought for a moment and then nodded as he opened his expensive suit to cover his mother's exposed thighs. "Who is this?" asked Mira nervously. "It's Aldo, Tante," said Aldo quickly calming Mira's aunt. "Oh, Aldo, who do you think it is!" said Mira with a relieved smile. Bastian signaled that he would go ahead and organize his mama's welcome. Aldo nodded in agreement towards Bastian.

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.”

I repeated numbly. She nodded. “Approximately seven weeks. Judging by your stress levels, you’ve been through a lot recently.” My pulse roared in my ears. “Seven weeks…” My mind calculated backward seven weeks ago, the night Damon had returned from a council trip. The night he’d been gentle, apologetic, intense. Last night he had truly been mine. The doctor’s voice broke through the fog. “Is the father aware? ” I swallowed hard. “No. And he never will be.”

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k