Novel & Cerita The Boss Shotgun Wedding

He looked back at the wedding, a dark, twisted smile touching his lips. "Julian Thorne thinks he’s found peace. But he’s about to find out that when you build an empire on Hope... it only hurts more when it falls." The "Wedding of the Century" ended with a fireworks display that lit up the Atlantic. But as the last spark faded, the countdown to the next disaster had already begun.

"I know you feel what I feel. And..." "No." I stopped him, "I don't feel anything, Oceans. I don't." He smiled, and it might as well be the first time I've ever seen my boss smile. "Then why are you shaking?" He held my gaze, "Why are you crying this much?" He narrowed his brows, "You feel the same way. You can't even hide it." I shook my head, "No. I don't. Don't make it hard for us." He reached up and wiped the tear from my cheek with his thumb. "If I had my way, I would abandon that wedding tomorrow. I would marry you instead."

"Anthea, I didn't know that they would say such things. Don't take it to heart." I brushed his hand away and said, "Don't worry. I won't." He patted me on the head and said, looking relieved, "I know that you've been wronged lately. Once we get married, I will no longer keep in contact with Sasha." I smiled faintly, "Alright. See you tomorrow." At the wedding venue, beneath dazzling crystal chandeliers, guests filled the hall. Dressed in a sharp black suit, Gary stood on stage before walking toward the entrance, ready to welcome his bride.

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

one of my men yelled, but it was too late. Gunfire erupted. I dove for Clara, shielding her body with mine as bullets whizzed past. One grazed my arm, burning like fire, but I didn’t stop. I ripped the chains from her wrists with raw strength, the metal snapping under my hands. “I’ve got you,” I said, pulling her close. “I’ve got you, baby. Hold on.” Victor stepped out from the shadows, clapping slowly. “How predictable. The big bad alpha comes running for his little human pet. How sweet.”

As a matter of fact, although the decoration of their wedding hall was westernized, all the process was basically in accordance with Eastern customs. There was a tradition where people celebrated the wedding in the bridal chamber. One person hung a red jujube in the middle of the room and then asked the bride and groom to eat it together at the same time. Sarah and Charles tried many times, but they still couldn’t bite the jujube, and only hit each other’s mouths several times. Seeing that they failed to eat the jujube, everyone burst into laughter. In front of so many people, both Sarah and Charles felt so embarrassed.

He assured me and I nodded. "We will pay a visit to the wedding and kill them all. Every single one of them, they won't see it coming if they think they did a good job keeping it discreet" I remarked. "Should I lead them?" He asked. "No. I will be leading" I replied and he lifted his gaze from the laptop meeting mine. "Are you sure?" He asked, appearing confused. "Tell Benzo to get the boys ready, we are crashing the wedding and a little red on white wouldn't be so bad" I smirked. "As you wish Boss"

I sat back, watching my best friend and my mother-in-law, two women who should have hated each other, immediately team up to plan my legally required shotgun wedding. It was insane, intense, and utterly perfect. I was safe, loved, and about to be married by executive fiat. Killian

"I don't have a ring right now but I want you to marry me again. This one is with you walking down the aisle in a white dress with everyone we love surrounding us. And we can swear at the altar that our love remains in sickness and health, for danger and pleasure. Rossie Delavigne Corporal, will you marry me again?" "H-How could I s-say no?" She sobs nonstop. "Yes! I do! I would marry you over and over again!" Jared kissed her hand stoop up and hugged her. Everyone clapped and got awed by the situation. It was like watching a first-hand play and everyone was happy. Rossie could never ask for a happy ever after that started from a couple of shots. But she was glad it happened.

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.