Rio Blu And Jewel Wedding Novels & Stories

Then, he proceeded, “I always wanted a grand party, if that's ok with you. I also want the music to be carefully selected. The colours would be the most vibrant and beautiful. I'm thinking blue and gold! The cake would be the centerpiece of the event, with intricate designs and decorations. I'll have the best baker make it.” “Do you know, so many dignitaries would travel from all over the world to witness our wedding! Most of them, I'd known from the football competitions ive gone to and the rest, your Dad's partners.” Be began again when he saw I was starting to feel a bit better. “You'll stop crying when you hear the amount of respect and honour that would be bestowed upon us as we would b

“But isn’t that our Rolls-Royce in front? Dustin and I chose it.” “Trust me, Senyorita. Your real car is at the back.” Rihanna obeyed, and when she stepped outside, she saw an armored Bentley waiting—decked with even grander flowers. As the bridal car rolled out, the streets of Valmour City were flooded with people. Billboards lit up the skyline, broadcasting the event of the century. Far away, in her apartment, Rihanna’s best friend Kim watched on TV from Valmour City, unable to stop her tears. She hadn’t attended because she was seven months pregnant from a drunken mistake with a stranger. Still, she was glad her best friend found true happiness.

“We will.” The past… was over. One month later. A wedding that shook the entire nation took place in Avenlith. Ria of the Mortensen family got married—and so did Philip of the Miller family. Two couples. One shared ceremony. Their dresses were custom designed by Skye, chief designer of BM Group—every detail flawless, down to the bouquets. At the reception, Connor held little Moa in his arms, gazing at Briella while smiling at Audrey. On the other side, Diego’s hand never left Briella’s waist—seemingly casual, but his eyes never strayed from her once.

Her position in his heart had only gotten firmer after they knew each other's identity. The next day Rosaline went to her cousin Maddox's apartment. The Dayne family was not originally from Apex City like the Browns. Rosaline's parents had each lived in Apex city at different junctures. After the marriage, they both got their desired jobs in the city and thus decided to settle here as they liked it. Max and Ria’s wedding was going to happen in two parts. The first ceremony was in Apex city, where the Browns lived. After the ceremony, the bride and groom would drive back to Bellum City, around 150 miles from Apex city.

"The wedding is tomorrow. They have done all the preparations, boss," That hand was playing with that paperweight on the desk in front of him whereas his ears were wordlessly hearing everything that the spy was telling him. "Blake Alcazar and Celia Reyes's wedding is happening at a totally reserved and private estate. She will leave from her manor in the early afternoon. It's half an hour drive," That paperweight continued to move on that table. "And that's the only time she will be surrounded by fewer guards. Her security will be loosen up and that is where we have to do our work,"

These two families joining together would be so powerful, but it was the Dalton family that was going to benefit the most, as the Blaqk family was already united in whatever they did. I wore a royal blue sequin gown that dazzled in the sun. The gown ran below my ankle, but I was still able to showcase my beautiful legs and my heels because of the slit that started just below my knees. I did quite a simple make-up look as I did not want to draw any attention to myself, and also, I was not even a proper guest at the wedding. I just came to work.

"What do you mean?" "They're on their way to Italy. Since you decided they were only good enough for economy, I found them somewhere better to go." His voice snapped. "Rosalyn, do you have to blow everything up?" "Were you not the one who moved my parents' seats?" "I don't want to argue. The wedding is tomorrow. Get on the next flight and stop playing games." "Depends on my mood." I hung up. That afternoon, Bianca posted a photo from the resort walkway. A blue diamond bracelet sat on her wrist.

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

Roberts never knew my face, and it shocked him to the core when I showed up at his office. He plotted his game, I plotted mine too. Roberts set up the stage, I brought the drama. I can bet on my life that arranged marriage is not happening. “Get ten bullet-proof SUVs ready for Saturday, Carlos. We are attending that wedding," I said, a mischievous smile stretching my lips as I twiddled the diamond band on my ring finger. Bernard fucking Veritas is ready to get married to Jade on Saturday, while I already married her yesterday.

Blue had never expected that the people watching her as she walked down the aisle would be her husband’s housekeepers. She had always assumed Anya would be present, at the very least. Rather, hoped she would. Vincent had done rather well with only two days to make any arrangements. They’d chosen to marry at his penthouse, the very balcony he’d indulged Blue in the fake proposal. He’d thrown pots of white roses about—of which Blue had already planned where to place around the apartment when they were done. Strung fairy lights from the glass panelling overlooking the city. Cleared away the alfresco dining table and chairs. A wreath of tuberose and gardenia circled them where an arch couldn’t.