The Boss's Shotgun Wedding Manga Novels & Stories

The important point was that Black saw his young Master standing there without moving. "Young Master Dawson, you still have a meeting at 1, do you want to cancel it?" "Of course, I'm getting married today." Black's entire face was full of black lines. Since they were leaving the house today, Black kept reminding him to cancel the meeting. But this young Master replied, "It's not the first time getting a marriage certificate; it'll be done in 15 minutes." But why was everything completely different after coming here? There was no need to discuss the important meeting in the afternoon; there was already a lot of work scheduled in the morning, but the Master just stood there like a fool.

Their comments rolled in, cheering me on: "Chris, stay strong—getting cheated on once doesn't mean it's a life sentence!" "Keep at it! The next one will be better." "This is the way! Ditch the slut and focus on making money!" In a recent acquisition meeting, my new boss swooped in and bought out Tommy's company for pennies on the dollar. I later heard that Tommy had since declared bankruptcy and was drowning in debt with no way out.

Bosses of mafia families had flocked to the event, eager to use the opportunity to cozy up to Vincent. It turned out that Vincent hadn't attended the wedding ceremony. Several bosses exchanged mocking glances, directing their amusement at Lorenzo. The ceremony proceeded smoothly all the way up to the vows. I hadn't gone to ruin the wedding. That part was unexpected for Lorenzo and unsettled him in a way he couldn't quite explain. Then, that unease quickly turned into reality. A subordinate rushed over in a panic. "Bad news! Gambino Estate is on fire! Ms. Jones might still be inside!"

Asher took a slow step forward, his hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze settling on Jarem with quiet, lethal precision. “I believe I told you to let go,” he said, his voice eerily calm. Jarem chuckled, running a hand through his hair as if this was all some big misunderstanding. “Relax, boss. We were just talking.” Asher’s gaze flickered to my wrist—where bruises were already forming—before meeting Jarem’s eyes again. “That’s funny,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you were hurting my fiancée.”

A shotgun wedding will happen in two days. … I feel as though my world is falling apart. I stood by the sea, watching as the waves gently caressed my feet. I was compelled to marry Raizel Richards, the reigning Lycan king. Despite our family's close friendship and despite our disagreements, the wedding proceeded. I closed my eyes, allowing the breeze to wash over me, and memories of the person I left in Bhutan flooded my mind. I know he's waiting for me, but I am trapped here in England. What should be my next course of action? As I turned around, a dagger flew towards me, which I managed to catch. I let out a groan.

"She's working with Marcus and Hartley. The three of them together." "Probably. Almost certainly. Three people who all have compelling reasons to want me destroyed, coordinating their efforts. That's not coincidence—that's coalition. That's strategy." I walked to the window. Stood beside him, looking out at the same city lights he was seeing. The same view that had seemed magical a week ago now felt like we were trapped in a glass cage, enemies circling on all sides. "Why didn't you tell me you were married?" "Because it's over. It was a mistake I buried—both the marriage and all evidence of it."

Her wide blue eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights, and her pink cheeks made her nothing short of an embarrassed high schooler. Against my better judgement, I found my eyes trailing down her neck, before settling on her cleavage. The line didn't leave much to the imagination, and her perky boobs were strained against the thin layer of cotton she was wearing, and I struggled to figure out if she was stressed or something else. “Did you hear that fellas?” Damien, one of the guys wheezed. “Boss, is getting married! We have a wedding to plan!” Everyone joined in on the laughter again, well everyone except the lady in front of me.

This is what I have been dreaming off… the want, the need, not second guessing everything… and I am okay with the fact that it took some sake to get here. He backs me up against the door, my ass slamming into the doorknob, as he fumbles and drops his keys to the floor. “For helvede,” he mutters. Okay, maybe he’s a little tipsy too. By the end of the night, I lost track of how many times we had sake shots. Things really got out of hand when our waitress, Kiko, taught us a Japanese drinking song… but we had a blast and I am sure the photographer got some great shots.

I just want it to be over and done with," I said under my breath. I called once more and still no response. What could be wrong? If I pull this move, he'd send the whole army to look for me, but Mr. Boss will definitely get his way around this; after all, his blue eyes command the crowd. ‎ ‎He could be at a murder crime scene and wouldn't be arrested because the police would fall in love with his blue eyes, curly hair, and chiseled jaw lines, like that of a carefully hand-crafted piece of art. He was something straight out of a mythical book. ‎ ‎His physique and aura made him so unique, his handsome face smooth as a baby's butt. I kept going on and on, delving into his features, till I reali

Let it be. "Guys, this is the hik* son of my wife's boss hik*, Sir Miggy and this is his cousin Sir Alexander, hik*. What a handsome kids." Tatay Mario introduced us to his friends. "That's how I looked when I was young." "Come on! Crap that, Lando." They laughed and we started drinking again. After a few minutes, my vision is slowly spinning. I only drank six glasses and I don't want to drink again.