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He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

“If I were him, I would propose right there even if I don’t have a ring there. At least, to show her that he was indeed ready.” “Right? Oh, I’m so lucky to have you, hubby,” Sapphire shook her head while she didn’t tear her glance off the couple. Immediately Liam stood up, Daniel and Sapphire took a glance at each other and then shrugged their shoulders off. Liam snatched the bouquet from Mogan, went on a kneel, and then asked. “Will you marry me, Hilda?” “Whooooo!” Sapphire and Daniel exclaimed. “I guess he’s not always slow,” Sapphire smacked her tongue.

DUOMO CATHEDRAL From the name of the building etched in timeless stone, to the towering beauty of the cathedral, from the grand entrance to the sacred walls within—The bride and the groom were the heart of it all, the reason for everything. For their love would always be magnetic with a semblance of darkness in it. It would hold the obsession, the possession, the likeness, the sacrifices—that make them live in each other for the rest of their lives, not the extravaganza or the vows. Friends, family, guests...no one was left untouched, everyone was part of the moment. It was almost like they were all patiently waiting for the marriage between Antonio Saint Claire, *II Re Della Strada II* (The

Lover. Dressed in a gown of soft ivory, with delicate lace along the sleeves and a train that whispered across the ground like wind through grass. My hair was swept into loose curls, pinned back with pearl combs, and my veil was tucked into the crook of my arm, because I wanted nothing covering my face when Mikhail saw me. He stood at the altar in a fitted charcoal suit, his hair brushed back, a single white rose pinned to his lapel. But it wasn’t the suit or the rose that caught my breath, it was the look in his eyes.

"I had it made. Because you lived. And I want that strength near your heart. Always." Lily's eyes shone, her throat constricting. "You're unbelievable," "I just love you," Vandaulf replied. "Stupidly, recklessly, deeply." She reached out and enclosed her hand around the necklace, shivering. "Do you like it?" he asked. She drew nearer and touched his cheek. "I love it. I love you." Later that night, Brenna and Helena sat with her in the bridal dressing room "Do you think he'll cry when he sees me?" Lily asked, staring at herself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful—a marriage of hard and soft. Lace wrapped around her arms like vines. The bodice fit her gently. The back was low, and the scar

I caressed his healed scratches while looking deep into his eyes and pulled him for an endearing kiss. The feeling was surreal, having him embraced and kissed my body that only he had ever kissed. We were panting as we convulsed against each other after our intimate doings. He took a deep breath, held my chin up to look him in the eyes, and "Let's get married!" gently whispered on my lips.

I turn to the woman who has no clue who she is signing herself to. “I’ll help you Olivia Montefalco under one condition.” “What condition?” “Marry me.”

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

I scoffed out a small, bitter laugh at how foolish I was back then. “All the signs were all in my face, but I was too blinded by love and the gifts he gave me to see them,” I continued, tears pricking my eyes as my throat went dry. “That was until I learnt he was married and his wife was in a different country.” Tears made to escape my eyes but I quickly blinked them back, a dull, throbbing familiar ache in my chest making it hard for me to breath.

Silence enveloped the room as the two of them sank into each other's gazes. Luliyah knew that she had no other choice. Kelvin was the only hope to pay for her mother's medical condition. She desperately needed this help, but she also couldn't marry a stranger. She didn't know Kelvin and didn't love him! 'Oh, I thought marriage was for people who love and adore each other?' Luliyah kept on thinking. Should she marry a man she doesn't love for just help or money?