Great Marshal Marrying The Bridesmaid Novel Novels & Stories

Since Jeff and Ava’s wedding ceremony was rushed, Martha felt bad that she was unable to throw her sister-in-law the bridal shower. On the eve of their wedding ceremony, Martha invited Ava’s mother, her mother, Ava’s grandmother, a few relatives and her friends, Kate and Bonny. Kate and Bonny were the bridesmaids to her apartment. At Ava’s apartment, Ava was nestled in her fiancé’s arms and said, “Honey, I can’t believe that we are getting married tomorrow. I am so happy, my love.”

Master Javen said seriously. "Thank you, Master," She said with a teary eye but with a happy heart. "I'll have my lawyer arrange all the necessary papers for applying for the marriage license. Butler Russo will prepare a private wedding. It will be just us in the marriage ceremony at the city hall and we will have the celebration here in the mansion." the master explained to Mrs. Adel.

Now I am good to go, can't wait to see him, this morning it would be perfect,I heard some footsteps in the room, finally his hear, I perceived my breathe,it smells like mint,I don't look too awful either. I hope he would be happy to see me as well, because I am so nervous,this is day three and I am a new bride, how does dad greet mom, " uhm good morning sweetie" then dad would reply, " good morning to you too" that's so romantic. I hope he doesn't reply, with the name lamb, I might loose my mind,I walked out of the bathroom after taking in some practice courage, the real world is just outside the door A man was standing there, his face looked familiar, it must be Lucians driver, he bowed his

That’s how I got the answer to my unasked question. The wedding had happened even after I had run away from it. And the person who had married Jordan had been none other than my childhood best friend, Cathy.

I always wanted to follow in his footsteps and do whatever he does. But not getting married. Besides, his marriage isn't even real. But Carlos doesn't need to know that at all. "Why are you going on and on about me getting married? Just drop it!" I said to him. He shook his head. "Don't mind me. It's just that my grandfather...that old man, he has asked me to get married or else I won't get a penny out of my trust fund. I don't want to get married! I am still young! Why should I have myself tied down to one woman? He said that I need to clean up my act but I think that it's just because he wants to control everything that I do! Me getting married is just his excuse!" Carlos said.

Vincent was going to say when suddenly, a maid ran up to me. "The bride is here sir and I was asked to inform you now!" She informed me with a smile on her face. I bet she was excited to know that I was getting married to a crippled lady within few seconds I buttoned up my suit jacket and without delay, I went to the church hall to go get married to my company's saviour. Here I was, waiting for my bride to walk into the hall through the aisle, walk in majestically to come meet me but on a second thought, she was a crippled lady so it just wasn't going to be possible for her.

The voice was smooth, deep, and unmistakably authoritative. I turned sharply to see him standing at the top of the grand staircase, dressed in a dark suit that only made him look more imposing. Marcello. My husband. The staff wasted no time obeying, disappearing down the hallways like ghosts. Even the chauffeur bowed his head slightly before slipping away. The silence that followed suit was suffocating, almost nerve-wracking

“No one is getting me annoyed, Rena. I know you're the troublesome type, but just keep it to yourself. Now let's stop talking about me, what about you? You're getting too happy these days,” Rena grinned at me, showing off her ring finger at me. “That's because I'm going to get married to Nate soon!!!” She announced and I was befuddled. “What?” She flaunted her hair, “Yes, and I can't wait.” She squealed and I smiled wholeheartedly. “Well, I can't wait to be godmother,” I teased, and she shot me a dagger glare. “Godmother my foot,” She rolled her eyes and I snickered.

“The Riviera villa is booked. It is time to prepare them for the most impirtant part of the wedding. The bride departs for her honeymoon tonight.” Tonight. The word landed like winter. Marcella bowed into a practiced curtsy and offered the correct concern. Grandma cut her off without consideration. “Nonsense. Healthy brides settle faster when occupied,” she declared, patting my cheek with the casual cruelty of someone arranging livestock. “The sooner she is settled, the sooner we have heirs. The bloodline would be secure.” Cassian didn’t flinch. He watched me instead, thumb moving across my back in that slow, steady circle. The message was unspoken: this union is leverage, not love.

He was reminded of his assistant's words during his wedding, and he called his assistant right away. "About the news story you told me about that day, I want to read it!" He still refused to believe that I would leave him to marry someone else. I had told him before that I would never return to Napleo, and he did not think I would ever lie to him. Eric's assistant searched for the news for a long time. He had to tell Eric the bad news that it was gone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foreman. That news can no longer be found. Someone must have put a stop to the news trending online, but I remember it was a marriage alliance between two mafia families. The bride is the pampered little princess of the Elderon