Novel & Cerita The Back Of The Unwanted Bride

Well, he got the killing wrong because the only thing we do is beat the shit out of stubborn people to get the necessary information from them. “They need to be smart with it, it’s nothing involving killing or beating them up,” He added. “Ahh, we’re not that reasonable. I’ll get you a private detective, he does all the smart work. I and my guys don’t have the time to think before we act,” Henry turned to look at me in disbelief just as the door opened. I was actually expecting a large crowd but I soon realized it’s an intimate arrangement which was something I appreciate. We got to the podium and waited for the bride to arrive in her glorious white wedding dress and all that shenanigans. Ahh

Harrison laughed, explaining, "Your Highness, there's no need to worry. Only unmarried men are allowed to participate. Moreover, the bride’s chosen one is positioned favorably, and there are attendants around to ensure that the person she chooses catches the ball." Understanding now, Ethan smiled, "I see." Harrison pulled Ethan closer, his eyes sparkling, "Your Highness, there’s a bride about to throw her ball over there. Let’s go see!" The two quickly made their way towards the crowd gathered below a balcony. The bride, adorned beautifully, her face radiant and excited, wore a flowing red gown. Her face glowed with anticipation. She scanned the crowd below, searching for her chosen one. Sud

“For what? Are you throwing a party? Gosh, I missed your party! You actually have the best parties.” I couldn’t help but grin at her. “For Regan’s birthday party, of course, I uh want to throw him a party.” Sheila’s eyes widened dramatically. “Uh, wow, what a good wife. Bravo for Mrs. Anastasia Montreal Del Valle” she drawled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. I let out a chuckle. Reaching for the white dress, I give it to the saleslady. “The whole set, please, aside from this one”

The Unwanted Wife has finally come to an end! ✧ To be honest, this wasn’t how I originally planned to finish the story. But somewhere along the way, my heart changed, and so did the ending. I know some of you may be surprised that the epilogue was written from Lucas’ point of view, but I chose to write it not to justify his actions, but simply to tell his side of the story. I genuinely felt like he deserved that. And truthfully, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night unless I shared his backstory, and that’s how the epilogue came to life.

With the grace of a magician revealing his final trick, he grabbed the edge and yanked it away. Gasps rippled through the crowd.Underneath it stood a wedding arch. A full-blown, hand-built, twinkle-lit wedding arch draped in sheer white fabric and covered in silk magnolias and soft pink roses. It looked like something out of a bridal magazine—but sitting right there in the middle of the backyard like it had always belonged. My jaw dropped. “She did not,” I whispered. “Oh, she did,” Jaxon muttered back, eyes wide. Miss Brenda beamed. “Y’all really thought I was gonna let my only baby get married without

' he says then he went and sat down I just shook my head smiling. *************** This is finally it. The day I get married to Ace. The day I become Mrs Anderson I felt myself smiling at that thought. ' Let's get started and make you look breath taking so that your husband's jaw drop when he sees you.' My makeup artist Raina says. 'Can you make it a little natural I don't want it to be over the top.' 'Of course, you don't need makeup anyway because you are a natural beauty.' She continued chatting me up I actually felt free around her, we just talked about random things, I found out she had a baby, a little girl and that she was from Spain.

Her veil, intricately embroidered, cascaded down her back like a gentle waterfall. The bridesmaids Abigail and Shelley , in soft pastels, walked gracefully down the aisle, followed by the flower girl, scattering petals with innocent delight. Isabella took a deep breath, the scent of roses and fresh pine mingling in the air. Sebestian stood beside her, a proud smile on his face, as they began their slow walk down the aisle. Each step echoed with significance, memories of a lifetime leading to this moment. She was overwhelmed by the fact that she was no longer going to stay with her parents.

I’m crazy. Why would I want the supposed-to-be bride in my wedding?

I'd just hung up the phone when the wedding officiant came running over, drenched in sweat and out of breath. "Mr. Orion Blaze, what are we supposed to do about the wedding?" he asked. I looked at how panicked he was and calmed him down. "It's fine. Just tell the guests to enjoy the food and drinks, and the wedding ends here today. You'll still get paid in full." He wiped the sweat off his forehead and sprinted off to pacify the gusts, while I took off my suit and headed backstage.