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But his criticism was interrupted as the wedding march began and the song for the bride's arrival started , the door opened and Rosalie walked down the aisle, to the man , who she will be calling husband . It was slow agonizing walk , with her wedding veil in front of her face , she wasn't able to see the man's face who was standing at the end of the aisle clearly . And as she walked to her doom , laughter bubbled inside of her , it was one of the most funniest thing , that so many people came here to congratulate them for a wedding that holds anything but love . He was a murderer , killer of his own mate and She was a rejected wolf , rejected by her mate

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.

Grey enunciated, and took his hand. "Let me guess what's the significant things you need to attend. Is it your wife? I heard that you got married, Mr. Victor. Congratulations on your marriage. I'm happy for you. I never thought the man of an hour would be tied down. Incredible," Mr. Lim guessed, and at the same time, congratulated him for his marriage. "You guessed it right," Grey replied with a small smile on the side of his lips just thinking of his wife.

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.”

The wedding day dawned bright and cheerful, with a fresh, crisp air that filled the lungs with joy. The scent of blooming flowers and newly cut grass wafted through the grounds, creating a sweet and inviting aroma. Who would have thought that Emily was going to be marrying the man she had mistakenly kissed at a bar when she was sober? Emily, resplendent in her stunning white wedding gown, beamed with happiness as she prepared to walk down the aisle. Her mother, seated in a wheelchair, smiled proudly, her eyes shining with tears of joy.

"I said I want a divorce. All because of that watch." I opened the page where my signature already waited and pushed it toward her. The crowd erupted. "Has he lost his mind? The Burke family heir is divorcing over an old watch? What kind of joke is this?" "He must be putting on a show to spice up the wedding." "Poor Yasmin. She married a crazy man and got humiliated on her own wedding day." Their whispers pierced through her pride like countless sharp needles. Tears welled up at once. Her eyes reddened, her lips quivered, yet she couldn't say a single word.

“Did the bride show up fashionably late or unfashionably not at all?” “Unfashionably not at all. Family emergency apparently.” “Ah. The classic wedding week excuse.” “You think she was lying?” “I think that groom looked like a man facing execution, which suggests the bride is either having second thoughts or they’re both trapped.” He took a bite of his sandwich. “My money’s on trapped.” “I don’t know. Both?” “Mm. Classic wealthy people wedding.” I snorted softly. “You say that like you’re not one of them.”