The Boss Shotgun Wedding Manga 소설 & 이야기

“You can’t just get married and expect me not to have questions.” I sighed. “I said I would answer all your questions but right now we need to focus on work. Can we do that?” “We’re taking the company van and with this morning traffic that ten-minute journey will be twenty at the very least. So you need to tell me why the hell you had a shotgun wedding.” My eyes went wide as Gertrude, the biggest gossip in the office, looked behind her. Shit, I forgot we weren’t the only people in here. “You got married?” She looked down at my hand which I was too late in hiding. She gasped and grabbed my hand bringing it to her face. “Let’s see this rock. Oh my—wait, that’s not a diamond. Hmm, I guess you d

Third Person POV The night breeze rolled across the Warrens’ estate like a soft whisper, stirring the curtains of Lucas’s balcony. The city below glimmered, distant and indifferent. He sat slouched in his chair, a glass of white wine in hand, staring past the view as though he could will the memory out of existence. “I got married to Gordon,” Diana’s voice echoed in his head, flat, final, merciless. The stem of the glass snapped beneath his tightening grip, shards glinting like accusation under the moonlight. Wine streaked down his knuckles. He didn’t flinch. Married. To him.

Nelson replied with the remaining calm in him. -- [Hera Fountain] The after-party of the wedding is ongoing, and the uncles and guards are definitely having the time of their lives right now. They're drinking and chatting while listening to a Japanese heritage music from the low speakers. Izumi is seated on the animal skin couch, checking out the articles about the wedding from different medias. →Izumi Nakamura and Massimo Visconti are a better match, and I sense a significant change with the Cosa Nostra and the Japanese soon.

Authors note Hi, thank you for reading THE WEDDING PLANNER, And now let's take a rundown on what has been happening. Firstly, Boma got another chance to see her first love, Scott Lakewood, unfortunately, he came with someone else, Yulan, his wife-to-be. Destiny brought another in, by Brandon, the cousin brother to Scott Lakewood. And following the marriage between Scott and Yulan, Brandon and Boma, there will be a love triangle.

Her wide blue eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights, and her pink cheeks made her nothing short of an embarrassed high schooler. Against my better judgement, I found my eyes trailing down her neck, before settling on her cleavage. The line didn't leave much to the imagination, and her perky boobs were strained against the thin layer of cotton she was wearing, and I struggled to figure out if she was stressed or something else. “Did you hear that fellas?” Damien, one of the guys wheezed. “Boss, is getting married! We have a wedding to plan!” Everyone joined in on the laughter again, well everyone except the lady in front of me.

she sighed as she looked at me and a slight smile appeared on her face. I took a couple of steps towards her and the next moment she rushed towards me and hugged me tightly. I was surprised by her sudden reaction and then I saw boss, dressed up like a groom, who was looking at us with an indifferent expression. I understood something big was going on. I broke the hug and looked at Kiara. "Kiara, what's happening?" I immediately asked. But as she opened her mouth to respond, she was interrupted by boss. "I and Kiara. We are getting married," he announced and that shocked me.

He was the only one not applauding, standing apart from the rest, the Boss's loyal followers. I was taken aback when he swiftly ran and drew a gun on the Boss. But I was even more shocked when a katana suddenly flew and pierced his chest. The man dropped his gun and collapsed to the ground. He convulsed until his lifeless body lay still, eyes wide open. My chest tightened at the sight. The Boss smiled, his hand the one that had thrown the katana. I felt anger rising within me. It's not evident in his appearance, but clearly, he still possesses skills in this area.

Greg declared, having not even bothered with my vows - not that I had even written any - and then he grabbed me and pulled me toward him. Nausea washed over me again as I thought of his lips touching mine, and I swallowed the bile which rose in my throat. All of a sudden, there was a shattering of glass before Boss walked into the room, gun raised at Greg as Vasilios followed closely behind. “Maretti! You dare gatecrash my wedding!” Greg fumed, his attention entirely focused on Boss. “Get out! You’re not invited! I won’t let you ruin this one too! Get out!”

I furrowed my brow as I started to change. “The day my best friend, the future yakuza boss, a total badass, who loves a good orgy Yūri Hatake not only gets married but is in love.” she laughed, coming over to help me with my kimono. Was I in love? Is that what I’ve been feeling? Maybe. It’s a foreign concept to me. “Oh, shut up and help me with this. We don’t have a lot of time.” I shook my head.

The man who'd died before we'd even finished our wedding night conversation. We'd been talking about stupid things. Where to go for a honeymoon. Whether we wanted kids eventually. How to merge our lives when we barely knew each other. Normal things that couples discuss, awkward but sweet. Then the door opened and everything ended. Rosa led me to another bedroom, this one untouched by violence. She helped me out of the ruined dress, peeling lace and satin away from my skin. There was blood everywhere. In my hair, under my nails, between my fingers. I stood there shaking while she filled the bathtub.