Novel & Cerita Mail Order Groom

She looks at the gate and a well trimmed lawn by the endless fence of where they were, her attention then drifts to her husband who was patiently watching her. "Where are we?" Johan chuckles; "I'm glad you noticed and surprised you didn't drift off during the drive down here." His look and tone becoming serious; "This my dear, is the holiday home I bought for my parents when they were alive and I got it back when they passed on." Getting emotional during the last statement but quickly clears his throat to dispel any form of weaknesses. He can't deny that he doesn't miss them, in fact during the vows exchange and especially during the reception, he wished he had gotten married before they pas

Even at the wedding, she invited only business partners—none of our relatives or friends. At the time, she said we were living in another city. Even if we announced the wedding, most people wouldn't be able to come, and it might look like we were angling for wedding gifts. She said it would be better to keep it low-key and celebrate with everyone another time when we returned to our hometown. Back then, I didn't think much of it. Looking back now, though, the whole arrangement felt like a roundabout way of making room for Zachary to play the groom.

I wouldn't need to start running around to procure clothes early in the morning. The clothes must cost a lot. They even had an entire area with different types of shoes. I checked. The shoes were also in my size. Different types of male footwear. My eyes caught sight of a glass cabinet. Watches and jewelry. A chuckled spilled out of my lips and I trudged towards it. “Graff, patek, J&co. Even Zarek’s personal brand that only manufactures twenty watches per year sent two to me. All in this year's models.”

The cigar glowed in the dark as he puffed on it. The hand he had to his side was raised swiftly and a silent pinging sound echoed in the room as he shot the target on the other side of the study. Pinned to the target was the face of Mr Tomori. “Fucking bastard,” he said, then emptied five more bullets into the electronic target. *********** The next few weeks after Ayo’s live video was filled with lots of activities for the couple. Most brands who had shunned Tanya because of the scandal began to call back and many new ones started to send her offer upon offer too.

And then a satisfied, carefree smirk crept onto the man's lips. Olwen took short steps forward, following Mr. Kent's direction. It can be seen that her gait looks very elegant and calm. But contrary to the outside, inside Olwen, is constantly stirring. Olwen's whole body was very restless and uncomfortable. In particular, Olwen's mind drifted elsewhere, not caring at all about reality. Fortunately, thanks to Mr. Kent's guidance, Olwen would have tripped countless times. Also, thanks to the veil over her head, which helped Olwen hide her true feelings. Meanwhile, the groom constantly showed a smug and satisfied expression. This bride is really pleased. Olwen is both beautiful and very resigne

"We can't find you at the hotel! Call us back!!" At the same time, news headlines exploded. "Top wedding planner turns out to be the mistress." I pulled out the SIM card without a second thought and tossed it into the nearest trash can. It wasn't until I landed in another country and stepped into the wedding venue that I finally felt that quiet, startling freedom of leaving the past behind. Just then, a knock came at the door. My assistant then handed me a phone streaming a live broadcast from back home. The screen was showing the Scott family's wedding. Someone shouted, "The bride is here!"

We stared at each other across the crowd. Her lips parted, something flickering across her face. Surprise. Hesitation. And something I couldn't read. The air went still. In the end, she just walked over. All those unsaid words boiled down to one line. "Long time no see." *** After the funeral, the guests slowly filtered out. Aunt Demi handed me a file folder—years of accounts my father had organized. After he quit gambling, he'd actually run the company pretty well. Before he died, he left everything to me.

Adro inquired. Mr. Tryvon raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Well, if you want to know the payment scheme, I suggest you accept my invitation to our office. However, rest assured, the payment for being a model is certainly much higher than that of a fast food restaurant." "Is it?" Adro narrowed his eyes a little. Mr. Tryvon chuckled again. He pulled out a business card and a small black invitation card with gold writing, then handed them to Adro. "This is my business card and the invitation letter. You can contact me first if you want to visit so that I can welcome you properly."

"These are reputable marriage brokers. It's all legit." Grayson raised an eyebrow. "Like dating services?" Carlton laughed. "Like dating services on steroids." He moved forward on the edge of his seat. "I'm talking about a modern mail-order bride." "A mail-order bride?" Grayson asked in disbelief. "I didn't know they still had them."

"Hannah, you're getting married today? And we had to find out through your cousin's post?" Mom gripped my arm, looking like I'd slapped her. Dad clapped Leroy on the shoulder, way too hard. "You're marrying our daughter and didn't even tell us? That's your idea of being responsible?" Leroy shifted, totally uncomfortable. We'd agreed—my parents weren't invited. After four ruined weddings, I couldn't risk it. The first time, I was 26, marrying Andy, my college boyfriend. We'd been tight since high school.