Novel & Cerita Great Marshal Marrying The Bridesmaid Novel

I didn't expect him to sing. Zach stood in front, striking in the white groom's suit. Aldridge was his best man, and the other guy was named Carter. Mikaella and Shanna were the bridesmaids, wearing peach dresses. Zach's father and family were present. Although, Giovanni was not there. Everyone's eyes were set on me, and I was not used to being the center of attention, so I felt nervous. I just focused on Zach, wanting to see his reaction. His eyes went down to the dress I was wearing, and I saw the appreciation in the smile that formed on his lips.

She sat near the barn, and that's where three drunken friends of the groom stumbled upon her. At first, they just took cheap shots at her, calling her an old maid, a scarecrow, an ugly betty... Then they turned to insults, "You see something like that next to you in bed, you'd get so scared, you'd never wake up." "Nobody would wed you even with a dowry of a hundred gold coins." And, to top it all, "Your husband would never even get it up." Martha wanted to leave, but they wouldn't let her, and she could never handle three guys by herself.

She tried to get a closer look at the woman that he was getting married to and when she did , she felt her legs go weak instantly . Her husband was getting married to her maid . Scarlet felt like she would die the next moment , she couldn’t believe what she had seen and just that moment she felt like everything was coming back . She couldn’t believe that all this while , her husband's mistress had been under her and they even had kids and she even helped in taking care of the kids because of how much she loved her workers , how could telma do this to her , even after all the love she had showmen to her .

When he noticed me looking, he raised an eyebrow, flashing a quick smile. Perhaps there was some truth to her words. Perhaps, there was something here worth holding onto, even if I didn’t fully understand it yet. There were moments—rare, fleeting moments like this one—where I could almost believe that this strange marriage we had found ourselves in might actually be something real. When the seamstress finished, I stepped back into the main area. Cristiano was already waiting, his eyes lighting up as I approached. “Ready to scream in bed tonight?” I wondered how he could ask that in a straight face as he held his arm to me.

"However, Deborah couldn't ask her about other things since there were too many people around them." "She nodded and threw a look at the makeup artist again before she said to Walter, ""Hurry up and find my shoes. Then, you can finally marry me!""" "After she said that, silence descended in the room." "The bridesmaid said somewhat awkwardly, ""It seems that the bride can't wait to leave with the groom. Let's not be wet blankets. Hurry up! Let's go through the wedding procedures quickly then!""" "Then, they quickly began to help Walter to find Rainie's shoes."

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

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“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

"My lawyer will draft the contract tonight. I expect you to sign it tomorrow morning without any complaints." "I won't complain," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Mr. Reed." "Lucien," he corrected, not looking back as he turned and walked down the hallway. "Get used to saying it." I watched his retreating figure, still trying to process the absolute insanity of what had just happened. I was going to marry Lucien Reed. The city’s most eligible, ruthless billionaire. It felt like a fever dream, but the cold sweat on my palms and the sudden lack of panic in my gut reminded me it was very real.

" I raised my bleeding hand and looked steadily at my mother. She didn't spare me so much as a glance. All her attention was on wiping away Madelyn's tears. In that moment, the family I'd longed for over the past fifteen years and this engagement both died. My father, Walter Hart, knocked the ash from his pipe and scowled. "Wesley's the most promising college student in Willowville. You're the one who's marrying above your station. "If you know what's good for you, give the position to Madelyn. Wesley will remember your sacrifice. Once you're married, do you think he'll treat you poorly?"