The Boss's Shotgun Wedding Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Jovie Wimberly, the moment I heard that name I knew you were going to be the person I’d be with forever. You completely changed my life. You were the breath of fresh air that I needed. You gave meaning to every second of my life since I’ve been with you. You taught me how to love the right way and how to be more careful. That being said, the recklessness that you bring to my life is something I cherish. I close my eyes and I can see our future. Laughing with our kids, drinking at soccer games, family trips to wherever we want to go. Growing old together. I see it all and I can’t wait to go through life with you…with my Bonnie. I love you so much, baby.” “Now if anyone has any reason that th

She said the words like they had been heavy weights placed on her shoulders. “What? How come you never said anything about that.” “You were so in love with him, I didn't want to put you in a weird spot.” I nodded my head like I could see her as I heaved a deep sigh. Alex… I hope he experiences nothing but pain. “Now, back to the boss. Are you guys really getting married?” “Of course not. What I did was on impulse, there's no way on this planet a man like Giancarlo Caruso would want to marry a woman like me.”

“I used the side exit.” He glanced over at me, then brushed a finger down the back of my hand. “Hope no one looked into my pretty wife’s eyes today.” I reached over and gently ran my fingers through his hair, stroking it backward with a smile. “No one would dare look into the eyes of the wife of Valenrose Suites’ boss.” He looked away, pouting slightly—acting cuter than he’d ever allow in public. “Maybe if you stopped hiding me… and let the world know you’re mine and I’m yours.”

"Of course, it's termination. Moreover, this behavior damages the company's image, constituting termination with cause—as such, no severance!" I nodded and glanced at Megan. "And so, Ms. Osborn, you're fired." Wendy smiled politely. She didn't even look at Megan as she said, "Understood, Ms. Benson. I'll notify the relevant departments immediately!" Megan snapped back to her senses. She ran to Wendy and started pleading, "Ms. Combs, this is unfair! How can you fire me? It's not fair at all!" Megan, ever the sycophant, was now trying to charm Wendy. But how could Wendy possibly fall for that?

"She takes Ava. She takes the company. She takes everything I've built because I couldn't convince three hundred people that I want my wife." "Do you?" I asked. "Want me?" He pulled back. Just enough to see my face, to let me see his, the mask cracked, something desperate beneath, something that looked like the truth Rachel had warned me never to trust. "I want," he said carefully, "to be convincing. I want to survive Thursday. I want—" he stopped, released me, stepped back so suddenly I stumbled, "—I want you to change your shoes. The black ones are wrong. Wear the nude pair. Lower heel. Less obvious."

And even after he was able to cope without the brace and he was pronounced back to normal and was experiencing no more back pain, and there were still two weeks to go the wedding, he was content to wait. ‘Has it occurred to you we might be the most old-fashioned couple around, Alex?’ he said. ‘Yes.’ ‘Are you happy about that?’ She looked into his dark blue eyes. ‘Yes,’ she said honestly. ‘I’ve loved our engagement. I’ve loved really getting to know you. I’m not saying I wouldn’t love to go to bed with you, but—it will be something very special when it’s on our wedding night.’ ‘So be it.’ Finally, the day dawned.

"I've never been more serious in my life. Since the first night we were together, I knew you were special. Marry me, and I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world!" "Please, don't joke about this." "I'm not joking, Jane. All I want is for, when I catch that plane back to Korea tomorrow, you to be by my side, holding my hand as my wife. So, I'll ask again. Will you accept this madness and marry me?" "Of course, yes!" I jump on him, showering him with kisses, and that same night, we got married in one of the famous chapels in Las Vegas. It wasn't the wedding of my dreams, but he was the man of my dreams.

“Excuse me?” Susan’s smile twisted into a self-satisfied smirk. Beside me, Logan tensed. “You had a quickie wedding in Vegas, didn’t you? Just how drunk did you have to get him before he agreed to go along with it?” Susan continued, her voice spiked, aiming to hurt. “She didn’t get me drunk,” Logan snapped. “So you weren’t drunk?” Susan asked. “You are saying there was no alcohol involved?” “That had nothing to do with my decision to marry Hazel,” Logan said.

Repairmen arrived within minutes, but opening the elevator still took some time. The staff watching the monitors felt like they might be going blind. They saw their usually cold Boss consoling a woman so tenderly, brushing her hair aside, kissing her deeply, and heard that "husband." So, Boss was married, and his wife was Serena. They felt like they were going crazy. Knowing such a big secret and not sharing it with anyone was unbearable, but revealing it might mean the end of their careers in Hustleburg. Fifteen minutes later, the tightly closed elevator finally revealed a glimmer of light.

“Pretty much.” A shotgun wedding was no longer a novel thing in modern society. When a couple got married, relatives on both sides would probingly ask if the woman was pregnant. This wasn't anything bad. On the contrary, a pregnancy would be something to celebrate for many families. Even so, Ajax still felt awkward straightforwardly admitting to his young son that his parents had bought their tickets after getting on the bus. He seemed to think about this for a long moment, little brows scrunching together. “So…” Dylan hesitated. “Does Uncle Aaron’s bride have a baby in her belly too?”