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Chasing them she dragged her legs towards the hall’s entrance. Turning to the right, Valeria spotted a man in a suit sitting alone in a wheelchair. The officiant asked him while looking worried. "Where is your bride?" Her heart began to beat faster, she couldn’t go back home as her father wouldn’t take her in. Neither she had somewhere else to go nor James would take her in since he would be with Clara. Wiping away her tears, she halted a passing staff member and inquired about the man in distress. "That man is the groom, right? Where is his bride?"

She looked down at it without touching it. "What is this?" "A proposal." Her fingers moved slowly as she pulled the paper closer. Her eyes scanned the page. The change in her expression was immediate. Shock. Then disbelief. She looked up at me. "This is a marriage contract." "Yes." She stared at me as if she expected me to laugh and admit it was a joke. I did not. "You expect me to marry you?" she asked. "For one year." Her chair scraped slightly against the floor as she leaned back. "This has to be some kind of mistake."

"Ava’s acting was already sharp. As for the Alpha... I didn't see an actor. I saw a man. Whether they are lovers is their business. If you want to keep your territory in this city, I suggest you stop scenting for their secrets." The representative chuckled nervously. "I just mean... the vibe is undeniable." "Then it’s a victory for your brand." With the first stage complete, we moved to the next location. The second scene was the frantic run toward the chapel. On the way, the bride trips, and the groom helps her remove her shoes before hoisting her onto his back to carry her up the stone steps. A small, white chapel stood in the distance of the resort, a beacon of hope against the sky.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

By midnight, the man was slack-jawed between Marcus's thighs, his wife moaning into Sarah's mouth as Adam worked her silk qipao up her hips. ************************* Noah's in-laws....wealthy Black Southern Baptists....lasted until dessert. "Ain't natural," the father snapped, shoving his chair back. Sarah just smiled, tracing the rim of her wineglass.."Let us show you natural." Jeff had the man bent over the honeymoon suite's balcony before the cake was cut, his wife's manicured nails digging into Adam's shoulders as Sarah sucked her nipples through lace. --- Micah's Russian bride's parents didn't bother pretending.

“People think I have the perfect family. Look at this mess. My sons don’t even get along. You’re all a disgrace.” He coughed violently. “Easy, husband,” Teresa said, pouring him a glass of water. “Show-off,” Cassie whispered. “Have some respect—for our guest, at least,” Veronica snapped. Silence fell. “I heard she’s not really from the Romano family,” Salvador said, eyes locked on Anna. “Where is your mysterious bride from, brother?” Sandro said nothing. “Um... I—” Anna tried to respond, but one hard glare from Sandro silenced her instantly.

It resonated through the cathedral not as a promise of love, but as the grim signature on a corporate contract he despised. Darel turned his eyes to her then, and the sheer, unadulterated disdain swimming in his dark irises made her breath hitch. The priest, visibly unsettled by the icy tension, turned quickly to the bride. "And you, Giselle Davis, do you take Darel King to be your lawfully wedded husband..." "I do," Giselle interrupted softly. She didn't need the priest to finish. She answered instantly, her eyes looking up at Darel with a vulnerability that she hoped might soften his frozen exterior. She wanted this marriage to be real.

“Maybe they’ll see what heartbreak looks like up close!” The rain roared harder, thunder cracking overhead. Lila’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, her face changing. “Oh Goddess… they’ve already posted the pictures. The title says ‘Alpha Blackwood announces marriage to Celeste Valen.’” My knees buckled. “Engaged?” My voice broke. “He didn’t just reject me, he replaced me.” Lila tried to support me, but I pulled away, shaking. “I can't stay here. Not after this.”

She could never own his heart, only Clarice could. “Mr. Rodriguez when is the wedding” A reporter asked but he ignored her he unlink his hands and walked away “Very soon” Nora answered before posing one more time then headed inside “Damian darling what happened “ nora asked “Don't try to act like my wife nora” he said “Damian dont be rude ok, and Nora is your wife” his mum said in her voice leaving no room for arguments. The hall buzzed with quiet excitement Crystal chandeliers shone overhead casting a soft ambience across the elegantly dressed guest laughter and clinking of glasses, low conversations filled the air Damian sat beside Nora his expression unreadable, his fingers tapped on the

We finally made it to the County Clerk's Office with only fifteen minutes to spare before they stopped processing marriage licenses. Our friends were already gathered at the bottom of the steps, urging us to go inside. "Come on, get in there! After everything you two have been through, you finally made it in time for the eighth try!" My best friend, Ryan Chapman, had red-rimmed eyes as he reached over and straightened my tie for me. I was just about to walk inside when Chester Snyder, Melissa's childhood friend, suddenly spoke from the back seat. "Wait. My lucky bracelet broke. I need to fix it first." I stopped. Melissa stopped, too. "Okay. No rush." Chester lowered his head and be