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she used her eyes to tease him but Silas couldn't see it because of the veil around her head. “I can't wait to kiss you and call you my wife,” the thought alone made him so excited. “Our mate would finally be ours and we'd be mated…Silas, we'll mate soon!” Kevin was making him even more excited. No one attended the wedding because it was a secret wedding, which was because Silas's family was not ready to understand Silas and his relationship with his new wife, Tabitha. Without the guest, Silas and Tabitha were happy. And the moment he was waiting for; “You may kiss the bride,” he heard the priest and turned to Tabitha to take her veil off.

The lady answers, a no-nonsense tone in her voice. “I believe you have been stood up.” Suddenly, the screen splits into two. “The bride will not be coming, no matter what.” I distorted voice calls, dark and ominous. “Show time.” Dominic whispers, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I blush but keep my eyes on the comments as many begin to wonder just what is happening.

He just leaned back listlessly, playing with his phone without the slightest interest in his own grandfather’s announcement. "But," Silas continued, making Natalie’s smile freeze. "This wedding will be held privately. Only immediate family. I do not want any media or outside speculation about this matter. We need peace." Natalie’s face paled. She clenched her hands in her lap, her lips trembling with suppressed emotion. She had imagined a lavish wedding that would outshine Claire’s own extravagant party from the previous year. Getting married in secret felt to her like marrying without dignity. But in front of Silas Blackwood, Natalie did not dare to object.

“I’m just a secret lover… hidden in the shadows. And she’s your real bride-to-be, chosen for you, loved by your family, standing proudly beside you. I also feel for her—it’s not easy on her either. I can see… she truly loves you.” Adrian’s chest rose and fell sharply. Every word pierced him, dragging memories of stolen moments and the reality of the ring on his finger, the engagement he never asked for. His silence said more than his words ever could. Charlotte moved closer until the warmth of her breath brushed against his skin. With trembling arms, she hugged him, burying her face against his chest. Adrian stiffened, torn apart inside, his hands hovering helplessly in the air. His silence

Alexa had agreed to let Salvatore plan a surprise honeymoon, and Salvatore smiled as he whispered in her ear, “Are you ready to see the Mediterranean?” She turned to him and gripped his arm harder. “Are you serious?” “I wonder if the Italian coast is as beautiful as ours,” Salvatore said as he escorted his bride down the aisle.

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

“The king decreed I must witness that the vows are consummated.” “I thought perhaps just the bloody sheet...” she said softly. Padraig’s eyes narrowed. She could not provide a bloody sheet and they both knew it. “One of my brothers is to marry a widow, she can not provide a bloody sheet. It would not be fair if the emissary had to watch them and not us.”

Who the hell had I married? And how many sides of him were left to uncover? ... Killian thought I was being quiet because I was finally "settling in." Wrong. I was just bored... and silently plotting to frustrate him. The car ride was silent. I watched the city blur past the tinted windows while Roman scrolled through his phone beside me. Killian sat across, legs crossed, his expression perfectly unreadable behind his dark sunglasses. The predator in Armani. When we pulled into the underground lot of an upscale boutique mall, I made no comment. No snark. No threats. I just stepped out of the car like a good little hostage perfectly prepped up.

The man leans into me I can feel his breath against my ear “ do we have a runaway bride on our hands“? I sense intrigue on his tongue, I don’t deviate, instead I turn to where his breath stands, lean into his face, so we’re nearly nose to nose and whisper seductively to match his unorthodox attitude “ a runaway bride would need an escort. I seem to be short of those, besides, it would have to be in a style that would attract enough attention that will keep this town talking for a century. So unless you plan on being an accomplice and giving me a match I suggest we finish this cigar in silence. You are crashing my garden party after all sir”.