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Shortly after, colliding with reality, the man was a womanizer, without qualms, he was only interested in someone, his satisfaction, and he did not care about the rest. As soon as he left the room, he found the news of the bride fainting, some thought that so much pressure had made her collapse. Although at first, she felt somewhat motivated by that exquisite news, to her misfortune, she heard the rest of it, a short time later. It turned out that the newly married couple were waiting for her first offspring. A piece of news, which should be celebrated in a big way, many of the guests gathered en masse, with the parents of the bride and groom, who celebrated the happy event with different li

He quietly ordered Oscar to take Eunice backstage and have her presentable again. For the sake of both Powell Group and himself, this wedding had to go on. However, Eunice could no longer bear the judgmental looks and whispers from the guests. She broke down completely and fled the wedding venue. All that remained of the wedding was a grim-faced groom. And so, this farce billed as the "Wedding of the Century" finally came to an end with the bride running away. It wasn't until the afternoon of the day after the wedding that Eric finally found Eunice huddled beside a pile of garbage, muttering to herself over and over, "I'm not the bride."

Too… flashy, too showy, too loud and too bloody unnecessary if you ask me. I'd been standing near the edge of the garden for the past twenty minutes pretending to admire the rose bushes while actually just trying to avoid making small talk with people I didn't know. The bride was some distant cousin of the Grecos and the groom was from another family I'd never heard of, but apparently this wedding was important enough that both the Torrisis and Corsinis had to show up and smile and act like we were all one big happy alliance. "You look like you want to murder someone."

The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!" And it reminded me of something Nathan had said to me just the night before. "You have no idea how scared I was after I woke up. I was scared that I had missed my chance with you, scared you had already married someone else. Thank God John was blind and clueless, or I would've lost you forever." The crowd was still caught up in the emotion when suddenly, someone barged in. "Willow, are you even human? The whole family is falling apart and you're here getting married?"

If this poor girl married him, her life would be over. Some people called BS, figuring it was just clickbait. The poster had no other activity or likes, like it was a brand-new account. The guy didn't respond to any comments, except to pin one with thousands of likes: "Keep your mouth shut. Tell her, and it's over. Just rush the wedding, let her pop out a few kids. By the time she figures it out, she'll be stuck." That comment made my skin crawl. Just as I was about to fire off an angry reply, my phone buzzed.

he mouths as Chris takes his place, and Dante kisses my cheek, returning to his seat beside Joanne. I’m overwhelmed with emotion as Shawn outstretches his hand, taking mine as I slowly climb up the steps. Years ago, I was in this same position when James Wood married me with an emotionless expression. He repeated the traditional vows with a robotic voice, pecked my lips, and left the wedding venue to return to Marina. “Rosie,” Shawn unfolded a small piece of paper, “I’m sorry,” he held up the paper, “I don’t think I could have kept my thoughts straight if I didn’t write them down.”

I'd been married to Dante Vitale, the Don of the Sicilian Mafia, for three years. Everyone knew it. I was the woman he'd carefully protected and cherished since we were young. When I was fifteen, a group of thugs cornered me. Dante stepped in to protect me and ended up with several broken ribs. Three years ago, in front of the entire Mafia, he swore before my late father's portrait that he would love me and take care of me for the rest of our lives. Then I accidentally spilled coffee on our marriage certificate. When I took our marriage certificate to get it reissued, the clerk told me it was fake. Isabella was his real wife. And Dante didn't even seem to think it was a big deal. "Dante

For the sake of a limited-time event, my fiancé Elton Lowe and Kirsten Chaney, his friend and longtime rival, pretend to be a couple. They agree to break up after a week, but Kirsten keeps pushing his buttons. "Elton, don't tell me you're chickening out! Do you dare to make a bigger bet? We said we'd keep playing this game for the rest of our lives. Whoever quits first is a loser!" Just when everyone thinks Elton will give up the game for my sake, he grits his teeth and refuses to back down. He even raises the stakes, taking their original game of playing a couple a step further by having them pose as husband and wife. For the past five Christmases, Elton has gone home with Kirsten to sp

My fiance was a perfect guy, but he did not love me. Ten years into my mission to win his heart, my fiance still shoved me into the line of fire just to save Evangeline Caspian, his first love. One shot put an end to everything I had ever felt for him. When the system asked if I wanted to choose a new target, I forced myself to say yes and spent every point I had to make Hunter Stormvale, the casino king of the Sable Isles, my new target. To my surprise, winning Hunter over seemed easy. When enemies came after me, he went at them with a knife. He took eighteen stab wounds without a word of complaint. When I waved him over, the man everyone knew as cold and aloof came running like a lo

The headline read: “Hartwell Heir Marries Another Woman on the Day of Their Wedding, While His Ex-Fiancée Flees Into The Arms Of His Billionaire Uncle.” The internet was already turning my deepest heartbreak into a cheap public scandal. I was completely shocked. First, I was left behind at the church by my fiancé on our wedding day, and now, a scandal? I sighed deeply, wishing I could just melt away. The humiliation felt way bigger than I could handle.