The Boss's Shotgun Wedding Mga Nobela at Kwento

Xavier roamed his long, slender fingers on his pistol. Seeing this Mark was terrified. He spoke up immediately," Hunter Sullivan told Boss that he would give Boss a five percent share of the Sullivan Company if Boss would agree to marry her. Sir, agreed to marry her only for that share. But on the day of the wedding, Boss's bride changed. That day the Boss got married to Lelia Williams in Lilly Williams's place.

Camila behind Boss believe blood will be spilled, this will probably be her last night. Boss smiled. "Boys, let's not draw attention to ourselves, huh?" By attention he meant the police. "I bet Blackshot is just having fun in the dressing room." Boss pointed towards the dressing room making all Blackshot men face that direction. But everything happened so fast when a gun was fired and Blackshort so called hefty leading man landing hard on the ground. Boss had pull his trigger making his shot at his left eye. The bar became a field of gun shots and dead bodies.

Sam had his arm on Sophia's shoulder standing and sipping wine and talking in low tones between them. John and Wilaiwan were sitting on the chairs and looking up at the sky in a relaxed posture. "This year has been the best year so far." Ben said to James while the people were watching the beautiful fireworks. They were standing leaning their backs against the wall sipping the boss's best whiskey. "And the wedding to come yet." James said with a smile. They saw the boss did the rehearsal for the wedding ceremony every day without care to hide. Making them excited for the boss. The speech and everything were repeating in the penthouse when the boss had time.

At least, not anymore. I reached for my phone with shaky hands, propping it against the headboard. I lay back on the bed, still in my wedding gown, legs parted slightly, the soft moan escaping my lips before I even touched myself. Slowly, I let the strap of my gown fall off, exposing my two fair mounds as I pictured Logan, my boss. His voice whispering dirty into my ears. His hands grabbing my tits like I was doing. His mouth sucking and twitching my nipples.

one of the leading companies in the country though I knew it was just a front to smuggle their shipments in and out of the country It was a perfect cover but behind it, shipments moved. Deals were made. People disappeared. “The Boss will be back when he seems fit Miss,” she continued with a polite smile. “If you need him, you can speak with him then.”. I had one night. I had to think, to figure out how to survive marrying a man I’d never chosen in a world I never wanted. I forced a polite nod. “Thank you.” I picked up the teacup, but my hands trembled so badly the liquid rippled. I set it down untouched.

I stood on the stage alone in my wedding dress. I turned to the guests and gave a deep bow. "Thank you all for attending my wedding. Unfortunately, there have been some last-minute changes. "Bianca York will now take over Sandra Zimmer as the bride. I sincerely apologize, and please enjoy the night." The room fell completely silent. Gordon Abbott—the groom—stormed onto the stage and snatched the glass from my hand. "Sandra, what are you talking about? Today's our wedding. That was just a mistake!" His expression was unmistakably dark.

Third person The family hall crowded nobles whispered how the shotgun wedding meant something was definitely wrong. I mean, Taron Caswell should have expected that, but yes, it was an oversight. The guest list should have been limited to avoid unwanted rumors spreading all over, but then by the time the words had gone around, it was too late to begin kicking people out. The people had speculated she would marry in grand style.

’ Kent said angrily in his mind. “This wedding was fake!” He shouted. Kent screamed made the noisy surroundings to be quiet as if an angel had passed by. Even though everything is quiet, they keep rolling the cameras. “There is no truth in this marriage! Because this is the result of a woman who is obsessed with me! In the past, she also made me a Gunshot wedding, but I do not think she will do it again! I am telling you all that Catty is a CRAZY woman!”

Arthurs’ expression turned to stone, but I continued on. I told him the exact hotel name where my boss and my ex’s wedding reception was. I made sure to give him directions to Andrea and my ex’s wedding location. When I repeated their names, he showed a strange expression; he looked like he just swallowed a sour lemon. I plunged ahead, despite his obvious reluctance, trying to make it sound like it would be a great event. “Do this one thing for me, Arthur.” I made my voice as sexy as possible, hoping to imply promises that might be more than I could give. “I need you. Do this one little thing for me. Please.”

she said, as if they hadn't just met in the office before. The Boss was glad for this was what he had expected of the beginning of tonight—a carnal distraction from the disappointment that had lingered through the day. They didn't speak during the drive to the exclusive karaoke bar where the party was being held. He looked out the window, and she was busy with her phone, trying not to look. But it was there, she saw it again: his reaction on her—the slight bulge. She so wanted to put her hand on it, to calm it down, soothe it, and let it cry. But she remembered the Portland episode and its ramification—a problem they had just fixed a couple of hours ago. She had to be content with smiling to