The Boss's Shotgun Wedding Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"Yes. The earlier the better." "I guess you can arrange a wedding in a day if you're super rich." "No. Not the wedding. The contract." How could she think I'd marry her in such a rushed manner. "ohh!" she nodded. "The contract is between us and doesn't concern any other person. Once you sign it you're already my wife. I'd organize the wedding later." I explained. ***** Finally, everything is working out like I planned. I collapsed onto my bed, and dialed my lawyers number.

They stood together in his office, rings glinting in the afternoon light, the city spread out beneath them like a kingdom they were only beginning to claim. And somewhere across that city, James Hartley was receiving a notification on his phone. A news alert about Alexander Kane’s upcoming nuptials—news that had already leaked from someone inside the company, spreading across social media like wildfire. He smiled as he read the headline. Then he picked up his phone and dialed a number he’d been saving for exactly this moment. “It’s me,” he said. “They’re getting married. It’s time to move to phase two.”

“What? I just—I’ve bought it for a hundred dollars, Dennie!” He rolled his eyes, like a pissed off woman who can’t take an insult anymore. “Don’t tell me it’s the same place, hmm?” He smiled. Denver rolled his eyes again. “Oh Henry please! I’m about to be married in a month!” “To the woman who you’ve hired to occupy your bed? I guess that’s legit now these days, hmm?” Denver was about to open his mouth to protest when Henry showed him a picture of an unclothed woman from his mobile phone.

“Ha, I have been busy with my new toy. I need you to come to the garage and drive me to the warehouse to see Doc.” “On my way Boss” He hung up and I slid to the floor and looked at my leg. I only had one hole so that bullet must be still in me. I groaned knowing that doc would have to go fishing around in the wound to get the bullet out before he could stitch me up. I heard the garage door open, and Zac pulled up beside me. “Shit Boss, what happened?” “I went to go get back my wife and The Kings dog shot me.” “Wait, The King has your wife? I thought her boss had her”.

“Thanks Evet that really means a lot coming from you.” “Yeah… yeah… I know I’m the best you don’t got to tell me that. But for real girl spill the tea is there another reason for this shot gun wedding.” “What do you mean?” “I mean are you carrying a baby billionaire bun in the oven?” “Wow Evet just wow.” “I’m just saying the only legitimate reason I see an expedited wedding happening. Is if you have a sudden addition to that expensive ass family tree of his.” “No Evet I’m not pregnant.”

She tried to speak again, so I fastened the pace of my fingers, going in and out of her like her life depended on it. She couldn't make out any words. The only thing that left her were moans and a tear that escaped the corner of her eyes. I leaned towards her ears as I whispered. "You don't have to worry about me shredding all your nightgowns, Elle. Besides, you seemed to have forgotten..." Her eyes met mine as if asking, "Forgotten what?" I smiled as I said. "You are married to a billionaire." With those words out of my lips, they found her tits, nibbling on them gently.

Scott, taking a break from his latest directing project, was there celebrating with us, the life of the party as always. Our parents-to-be, Heather and Justin, once again stole the spotlight when Heather showed up sporting a brand new sparkling engagement ring. We fell all over each other trying to outdo one another with our congratulations. She proclaimed, "I know, it's a huge cliché, a shotgun wedding, but we were really just postponing the inevitable, so why wait?" She snuggled up to her fiancé's side.

“Are you ready to do this all your life with me? I mean guns, killings and all?” “Yes boss.” I responded without thinking. He moved in and locked my lips with his, causing the world to stop. I could only imagine our wedding with gunshots all around. Bang!!! The end.

As for me, I was a fully-fledged mother of two beautiful babies in the world and I was thankful to have my two precious husbands by my side! Yes! Hardin Calu, Jared Scott-Calu and I were married. A month after the babies were born, the guys insisted on holding a small but cozy wedding ceremony where we exchanged our vows. It had been the Scotts and a few of our closest friends and it was really a beautiful wedding. As of now, I was Mrs. Faith Scott-Calu and I cherished every minute of it. One of the things I was gratified for was the support they gave me.