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Bertha commented. “Sure baby, I will soon have a new maid” Asher Said. Sophia looked at the floor in embarrassment. They finished after dinner, when Sophia ate after they finished. She cried fate. Once she dreamed of a happy family with Asher. But her dreams were shattered on their first night of the wedding, only when he showed her his true colors. With time, the day switched to night and Sophia went to the room where Asher was doing work. She took the blanket and was about to sleep on the couch as Asher hadn't allowed her to sleep with him on same bed.

"Here! Let’s use this as your wedding ring instead! Just like in those TV dramas! So romantic, right?" I took the soda can with shaking hands. The laughter in her eyes stoked my fury. I lifted the can, ready to splash its contents on her— However, before I could, Quentin shielded her with his body. His groomsmen grabbed my arms, holding me back. "Natalie, have you lost your mind?!" "She’s just a bit delusional from the memory loss. Don’t take it personally!" "Yeah, today’s your wedding! Don’t be so petty."

Why in the world would he ask me to marry him? It was some of the most absurd stuff that I had ever witnessed in my life. I had seen this in movies and in the romantic book by my nightstand that helped me escape my rough reality before going to sleep. The only place where this sort of cheesy cliché stuff happened, and I got butterflies in my belly, was in the movie, yet when it happened to me in the real world, I blacked out. Mr. Astor was extremely clear about the terms of the marriage, yet there was a hole in the story that he told me.

“Obviously it worked. I stopped breathing. No, this was a joke, a horrible joke, it just had to be. I tried not to, but my mind scrambled desperately through memories. Our wedding, my dress, the vows, the papers we signed, the certificate framed in our room. Marcus spoke again, his voice pulling me back to the present. “And Diane?”

After five years by Leonardo Rizzo's side through bloodshed and gunfire, I had finally made it to our wedding day. In those five years, my surgical skill had earned me a reputation throughout Chicago. I had saved Leonardo more times than I could count. But as I stood at the altar in my wedding dress, he walked straight past me and slipped my ring onto his adopted sister Julia Rizzo's finger. My whole body went rigid. Leonardo looked back at me. There was a hint of apology in his voice, but he made no move to take back the ring. "Baby, when Julia and I were children, I promised she'd be my bride at my first wedding. As the Don of the Rizzo family, I can't break a promise. You'll understand, w

“Let me understand something. You've known me for…what? A few hours max? During which, I've insulted you for assholery- well deserved by the way, told you that you should leave first chance you've got and mere minutes ago, tried throwing you out of my apartment. You've experienced all that and you still thought; ‘ah, there's the woman I should marry’?” His gaze flickered and I caught it. Interesting. “‘Fake’ marry,” he corrected, “It isn't personal.” “Oh, good.” I pitched my voice to a saccharine octave, “because that's enough reason to have a very REAL legal marriage with someone I barely know.” He took a deep breath. I could practically see the gears churning in his bean and steeled mysel

I had expected an exquisite decor as I knew Nicole had long been dreaming of the perfect fairytale wedding and she had great taste. Well, the decor was exceptional and it beat my expectations. Hats off to Nicole, she did a fine job. The wedding was held at a large flower garden. From what I'd heard, it belonged to her husband to be and I had also heard he was filthy rich. I didn't know much about him except for his name – Frederick and the fact that he was a billionaire. Rumours had it that he came from a long line of royalties.

Aaahhhh-Chooo! You know those days when life feels less like a journey and more like a poorly written comedy sketch? Claudine was living it. Her wedding day, no less. Aaa-choo! She’d always imagined a white dress, a loving groom, maybe a slightly awkward but sweet kiss. Instead, she was marrying the King of the New York Underworld, draped in silk and lace like a sacrificial lamb, and her nose, bless its rebellious little heart, was staging a full-scale protest.

He calls frequently, these are few days to our marriage and he is acting weird lately. “Sorry mother.” She mocked. I jabbed her playfully on the arm and she yelped giggling. I joined her in laughter. We had a very stressful day hopping from one Cake centre to the other to choose the best taste for my wedding. It should be the beast. Because my husband is actually the best gentleman. I chose him over my uncle and his choice and I don't regret it one bit. “Have you spoken to Kessler?”

I can see how both of them are waiting for this day. I hope that everyone’s wedding will be like this also. I remember when Marcus and I got married, I was left alone that night while he went out with his mistress. I’m still thinking about that. How could he leave me the night of our wedding? A Wedding is for Men and Women who promise to be together for happiness and sickness till death do their part. But our wedding was different from this because it was all fake. After he left me that night, all I did was to get drunk. I had fun, too, even though I can’t deny that I’m terribly disappointed. I don’t care either. It’s okay with me because he can do everything he wants.