The Boss's Shotgun Wedding Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Anyone could have find out that. Scarlett, you need to reason this okay, lots of people are jealous of you and many people don’t want you to get married to me” “Including your toxic children” Scarlett said inwardly and then scoffed. “The point is someone must have sent the woman or she is just one of the toxic people that wants your downfall and unfortunately, she succeeded.” Scarlett raised her brows thoughtfully. His words sounds convincing enough. “That true, but I couldn’t go on with the wedding at the moment. You should understand that..” “I understand...we could fix another date, that is if you are still interested..” he said.

They were the only ones who we wait and the couple Joseph and Juliet were already there. "Nope!" Trisha is my Fil-Am girlfriend. We are cooling off right now. That's because she is forcing a marriage that is not what I can even like. And she wasn't even a wife material for me. "We would have just had a double wedding today so that your girlfriend won't hurt anymore," Felix said. "That's impossible, dude,"

placing his hand over mine to lower the gun. I reluctantly release her.they move her to my bedroom. Place her on the bed.the doctor pulls her cloth off her.clenching my fist to stop myself from rushing over to him to pummel him for touching my wife. He needs to save her,I keep chanting in my head,to reign in my dark emotions. "It's just a flesh wound,the bullet missed.she fainted from shock".the doctor supplies hurriedly with a shaky voice,as if sensing my emotions. "Boss,you need to leave so the doctor can do his job properly.you are scaring him". Killian mutters beside me.

Jenna quickly hid behind Marianne. "It's the bossman!" she squealed, terrified. Meanwhile, Marianne just laughed drunkenly. "Nooo, that's my husband." "You married the boss?" Jenna asked in shock. "Alright, that's enough from both of you," I said, separating them. "You—it's time to go home. Take her."

And that was when it hit me. I had just forcefully proposed to my ex-boyfriend’s boss. The man whom Ethan said practically owned half the city. The CEO of the very company Ethan worked for. Kill. Me. Now. Ethan’s face paled. "Sir, I—" "Is there a problem, Ethan?" the man—my unintentional fiancé—asked, his voice deceptively calm. Ethan swallowed hard. "No, sir. I just… Lena, can we talk?" I folded my arms. "Oh? Now you want to talk?"

Savannah murmured as she covered the space between her and Payton who was already on her feet. “Anna,” Payton rushed into her friend’s embrace and then sniffed. “No, you’re not going to ruin your make-up, baby girl. Today is a good day,” she murmured in her ear. “Good day, my ass,” Payton hissed and broke the hug gently. “What? You are getting married today… and to the hottest billionaire at that! It is a good day, my friend!” “Oh, shut the fuck up, you don’t know the story!” She hissed.

She hugged me one last time, eyes bright with love, and waved as we drove off. I never imagined it would be the last time I saw her alive. Gordon rolled up the window, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "I told you not to show up. But you just couldn’t listen. If not for my dad holding a gun to my back, I’d never have married you." My heart shrank. "You wanted this so badly, didn’t you? Well, congratulations." His mouth twisted in a cruel smile. "You just signed yourself into hell. Don’t expect happiness in this marriage."

Becoming one of the youngest CEOs in the Financial District of Manhattan would have been impossible without his mentorship and Theo will always be grateful for that. However, he was disappointed by his boss's impulsive marriage that summer. Robert Aldridge's bride was young enough to be his daughter, even younger than Theo. According to her behavior at the wedding ceremony, she seemed to be an arrogant and pretentious woman. Leaving Theo puzzled about how his boss could have fallen for her. The newly married couple has been managing their company together for more than two months. Theo is no longer willing about these biweekly meetings due to his boss’s wife and her haunting demeanor.

The only witness we have here is the priest and his men in black suits, currently pointing a gun right into my head. "Time is running, Neiva. It's either you marry me or you die." His innocent smile turned into a devilish one. This suits him more because this is the real him. And that answered your question. My shotgun marriage happened to be the literal meaning of it. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed before answering, "I do." "You're mine now." He pulled me by my waist and pressed his lips against mine. I am now officially the wife of this Psychopath Billionaire Mafia Boss.

“There he is. My mole.” My breath froze. Footsteps approached behind me. Slow. Steady. And then— “Boss,” a familiar voice said quietly, “I’m sorry.” I turned. Stared. Blanched. No. Not him. Not him. The man I trusted. The man who held my children. The man who swore to protect my wife. CAL. He raised his gun at the back of my head. My world shattered. To be continued....