The Boss's Shotgun Wedding Mga Nobela at Kwento

If the agent wasn't my friend and told me about it, and I hadn't stopped him in time, you would have committed a devious act. He then tossed a wedding invitation to me, but I didn't bother looking at it. He had hundreds of employees working for him at the office. If anyone said they were getting married, he would throw even more work their way without even so much of a congratulatory word. But when it came to Lynette, he spent 20 million dollars on luxurious jewelry for her without even a blink. It was painfully obvious that he was biased toward her. It didn't matter anymore whether it was her or her "brother" getting married.

“Thank you, but who is your boss?” The waiter pointed to the bar behind Sarah. A woman with heavy makeup and a low-cut blouse was sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of red wine. When Sarah was looking at her, she raised her glass as if proposing a toss. Sarah was surprised to see the same woman who had tried to persuade her to break up with Charles before they had gotten married. She remembered her name was Lee. Lee got up and came walking toward Sarah. The waiter excused himself politely, and left.

Kayzer mentioned my whole name. "How did you know my whole name?" "Of course, It is important for me to know my soon-to-be wife." I know our wedding is just a bet but he put effort on it. We only have one day to prepare for our wedding. His secretary helped us to organize everything and called a media for tomorrow. My adoptive parents doesn't know about this yet so I need to go home. "You want me to go with you?" he asked. "As if our wedding has true feelings, babe. I can handle my parents very well so just take a rest for our wedding." I smirked and leave a marked on his neck.

Thinking he was bluffing, Brady started chuckling but at the elapse of a minute, Damien snapped off his little finger with the shears. It was when he wanted to take off the last finger that he yelled, “My boss didn't say, he just asked us to eliminate your wife.” He was panting heavily now. “My wife?” He asked, reclining on his seat. He wanted to renounce having a wife when his mind went to Scarlett. Smirking, he said, “Your boss knows I have a wife, but I didn't invite him for my wedding. Tell me, who's your boss?” He asked, taking the last finger in readiness to chop it off.

” He grabbed my hands and led me to the carnival shooting booths handing me the small arrows to arm at the water ball. He goes first, and with five arrows he misses like a toddler losing a game. That motivates me to aim, win and give him the puppy plushie. If I didn't know Machado was a feared Mafia Boss, I'd argue with anyone who told me —-- because right now, he is jumping with excitement like a kid getting a prize. His joy disarms me like a toy gun shooting real bullets. His tattoos peak from his knuckles and arm—- two rings on his fingers, the index and pinkie, probably making his family rank. Skulls and bullets inked on his knuckles.

[Elena's POV] The mountain wind died. Suddenly, Noah snapped the barrel of the Beretta shotgun shut. The metallic clack cut through the silence. He spun on his heel, raised the wooden stock to his shoulder, and pulled the trigger. The explosion shattered the quiet reserve. The smell of sulfur and burning gunpowder flooded the air. The bearded boss shrieked. He dropped to his knees, throwing his hands over his head. The buckshot grazed the very top of his scalp, leaving a bloody trench in his hair before obliterating the marble statue standing ten feet behind him.

Shit, my teeth hurt looking at him. "Aaron, please. Give him to the police. Let's go back home and let them handle his shits." Lady Boss persuades Mr. Boss. He stays unfazed. When he looked around, his eyes glance me and Ms. Ravine also sees me limping to walk towards them. "Ms. Ravine is right, Boss. Let's take him to the court—" Before I could complete my sentence, Boss takes his gun out and shoots his uncle straight through his head.

I muttered, my voice barely audible, worry overriding my doubts. The judge turned to Flynn, his expression serious. “Do you, Flynn Evan Winters, take Selena Valeria Taylor as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” “I do,” Flynn replied without hesitation. A shotgun wedding to a stranger. This was hardly how I had imagined my next chapter, but at least it was a means to an end—a way to secure my children’s future; it was only temporary.

"Boss," Shogi, a new recruit, called him. Normally, he wouldn't look back but it seems that what he is gonna say is important. "What?" he asked irritatingly about what happened. Shogi looked at him with serious eyes. "Is it true that you are getting married?" he asked him, which made his forehead knotted like his private life had been broadcast and that someone like him knew about it. He did not know whether he should be... "Shogi," he asked coldly and pointed a gun at him, "Don't you know that I'm already married?" he asked him, but he was not smiling nor grinning.

Silvia found it hard to process what her boss was saying. They haven't ever had a close discussion other than this one time, and now he is asking her to marry him. She doesn't even know anything about her boss's lifestyle, his preferences, and anything he hates. “Did I say anything wrong?” Ralph noticed that Silvia was lost in her thoughts as she tried to unravel the mystery behind his request. After Ralph had a deep dig into his brain last night, he decided to propose a contract marriage to Rosaline.