Great Marshal Marrying The Bridesmaid Novel Novels & Stories

Steve got his brother’s problem with shopping in the beginning and he doesn’t want his marriage to become a reason for anybody’s irritation. He secretly planned home shopping and ordered his assistant to call famous designer shops’ manager to Edwards’s mansion. The next day was their marriage, though it’s in the Edwards mansion only with only family members. Still, it’s a ritual wedding, and Skylar and Steve both have a chilled feeling in their heart. Especially Skylar being a bride, feeling nervous.

I replied still very much confused at where all these was heading to. "Jade and Melinda, these two prestigious guests of ours are Mr Luca Greco and Mrs Gabriela Greco. They are very respected and powerful people in the society" Father announced to me. "Oh. It is a pleasure meeting you both" I gave a slight bow. "The pleasure is all ours. You are so polite. You will definitely make a wonderful bride for Luciano" Mrs Gabriela smiled. At that moment my jaws dropped and it felt like the entire air had been sucked out of my body. They had been talking about my marraige all along!

On the day of the wedding, after my parents learned everything Simon had done to me, they used their long-standing business influence to invite some of the most powerful figures in politics and commerce. The ceremony turned out to be far grander than I originally planned. It was their way of standing up for me. Just as we were about to exchange rings, Simon suddenly barged in out of nowhere. He had clearly taken the time to groom himself, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, looking nothing like the disheveled man I saw before.

Her tone was light, dismissive, but her gaze locked onto Dana’s, a silent warning to drop the subject. Dana batted her lashes innocently, "Oh dear, you’re not mad at me for asking, are you?" Her lips curved in mock concern as she sighed, "I just think marriage needs time and effort. If you don’t nurture it, distance will only grow." Grace took a slow sip of champagne, her smile dangerously close to cracking. "Thanks for the advice, darling." At long last, the auction was about to start. Buyers began taking their seats in the grand hall. Rows of deep red leather chairs, arranged in a semicircle, faced the illuminated central stage.

I walked around Miles, who was frozen in place, and angled my phone at the camera on stage. The images I had saved beforehand appeared on the giant display. Elena and Miles were having the time of their lives in Kalana. They had splashed around together in the pool, shared a plate of food, and watched the sunrise from an ocean-view suite. "Mr. Lawson, can you stand by your statement that the bride you presented to the media is the same person who accompanied you on your honeymoon?"

The woman I had discovered was married. She looked breathtaking tonight...stunning in a way only my eyes seemed to notice. My heart pounded uncontrollably. And then I saw him. The man beside her. Her arm hooked into his. Her radiant smile aimed at him. Probably Her husband. “Do you know them?” I asked Richard in a flat voice, though deep inside I craved the answer. For them to be here, they weren’t ordinary people. “Yes,” Richard replied calmly. “She’s my wife’s best friend, Marceline Valemont. And that’s her husband, Philip Stanmore, CEO of Stanmore Global.”

She knew that she was different from this deceased Ellen Laura, she was able to support herself, not needing to rely on men to live. She thought in her heart, the voice at the door sounded again, but this time it was a little sad, "However, who said that the person who had a father to plan first, accidentally saved him was still able to get married like that. It's not easier to say, there are many beautiful ladies in Low city. If it weren't for that father, how could she, in turn, marry the young marshal, such a dirty countrywoman as her, then our marshal? It's funny, in the end, that pregnancy died. The phonograph that was talking suddenly clicked the switch, when I heard the sound, I thoug

Maybe a drink would help me calm my nerves, but then I realise that I need a clear mind for what is to happen. “No, thank you,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. The woman simply nods at me before turning to walk away. As she leaves, I sit quietly, waiting patiently as I listen to the fire crackle softly, filling the silence. I remain perfectly still, afraid that if I move too much, I will betray how unprepared I feel. This is a mansion. I am here to meet the man I agreed to marry... a complete stranger. All because my mother is dying...

A few turned to look at me, unsure whether to pity or flee the drama unfolding. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. “Liam,” my voice cracked. “This was our wedding.” “No,” he said simply. “This was the beginning of my happiness.” Clarissa turned toward me. “You always were the placeholder, Mia. The warm-up act.” My breath hitched. “And you…” I whispered to her, fury barely contained, “you were always the jealous one.” She smirked. “Guess I finally beat you.” Silence. And then a single clap broke it, my grandmother.

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "