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Now I know this may be hard to understand And I know this might sound crazy And I know this may be hard to believe But what I'm trying to say is true I want to spend my whole life with you I want to make all your dreams come true So tell me what am I supposed to do 'cause I want to spend my whole life with you Now this time in my life I know what's wrong from right Gonna take this chance on our love And ask you to be my bride Now I know this may be hard to understand And I know this might sound crazy

Fedora had never envisioned herself in the wedding business, but Bridal Fix was not a typical wedding company. There were no flower arrangements, no giddy brides dreaming of their big day, no childhood fairytales being fulfilled. Instead, Bridal Fix operated in a world of necessity, where marriage was a tool, a strategy, an answer to problems that money alone could not solve.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

He tried to straighten his shoulders and attempted to stand up but Alex pushed him back down on the chair. "But you see Noah, my daughter Serena is very important to me. And she made a request that I can't refuse. She wants you to be hers. And I am going to give her what she wants. You. So get ready for your wedding son and don't worry about the costs. I'll cover everything. Noah stood up abruptly. This is absurd. He doesn't have to listen to some businessman and his daughter! This is the 21st century. Who does he think he is!

"Yes, Madam?" "Find me a dress. Not blue. Not black. Something that looks like it was woven from the debts of every man in that boardroom. And call the hotel." "What shall I tell them?" I looked at Damien, and for the first time, the "Unwanted Bride" gave way to the Vane Heir. "Tell them the owner is coming home. And tell them to make sure the lobby is spotless. I’ll know if they missed a speck of dust."

And when the moment came, she would not be his bride. She would be free.

OLIVIA The words bubbled up from deep inside me, raw and unfiltered. "Ryan," I whispered against his lips, my voice coming out with need. "I want you. I want to feel you... all of you." Inside me, Raina stirred… a wild, joyful rumble echoing in my mind. ‘Yes, yes! Tell him to carry you to the room. I need him inside us again. We've waited too long.’ Her excitement thrummed through my veins, her wolfish energy amplifying the ache between my legs, making my pussy throb with insistent heat.

Yet, it had now become nothing but an extravagant, pretentious act that Elena and I were putting on. Nausea churned in my stomach, and my entire body was stiff, instinctively rejecting the idea. Unfortunately, I had no other choice. "As long as the wedding goes smoothly, I'll talk to the Don so that you and Susanna can get married right away and become husband and wife. Of course, you won't have to wait for me to give birth to our son, nor do you have to stick around till he turns one." Elena's words echoed in my mind like some sort of curse. Her promise was just too tempting to refuse.

"Bring these out for me. Let my bride-to-be have a try." Larissa came back to her senses and glanced at me. "Hayden, you're just kidding, right?" I looked at her with a playful glint in my eye and smiled. "What if I'm not? You wouldn't want to?"

logo, laptop showing venue layouts, caption: "Back to what I love. Creating magic for people who still believe in forever. 💍✨" The story gets 15K views in thirty minutes. Comments flood in: @BrideZilla2024: Obsessed with your aesthetic! Can you plan my renewal vows? @NYCEventScene: She works through her honeymoon. This is why she's the best. @ZaraTheBestFriend: Sera, why are you working? You're supposed to be resting. CALL ME. I ignore Zara's comment and throw myself into work with the kind of manic energy that comes from avoiding thoughts you can't handle.