The Boss Shotgun Wedding Novels & Stories

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.

"So, the Cartwrights are still active, as you know, and tried sabotaging your wedding." "The loud banging was therefore more than fireworks, as I suspected?" I asked, causing him to nod. The man ran his fingers through his slicked-back hair, wearing a reassuring but somewhat sinister smile. "Yes. That was a shootout that myself and my men took care of. What a time to feel alive, during a gunfight at a wedding. Your guests and your wife were none the wiser, and the kids were perfectly safe. They tried to make it otherwise, but I shot those fish in a barrel, so to speak."

The rest nodded in understanding. “Then we'll meet her tomorrow. Don't hesitate to still introduce her to us.” Bukky added, smiling. Milo's voice came up again, this time, jokingly and impulsively. “Congratulations on your shadow marriage then, boss! Dudes, why don't we party hard tonight? I mean this victory, coupled with Boss's new marriage, calls for booze and celebration!” As if it were a recited line in a nursery rhyme, all of us echoed at once, “Nah, I will pass.”

he says, “Not here. Not ever.” Adriano’s jaw tightens. “Yes, boss.” Cake 1–0 Adriano Nico turns to me. “Any questions?” I opened my mouth but was cut off by the sound of a gun shot. Not one shot, many. Screams tear through the walls, glasses shatter. Someone drops screaming outside. My first thought is very clear. Great. A shootout at my fucking wedding. “Down!” someone yells. Nico’s head snaps toward Enzo. “Take them. Now.”

And many guests, Olivia, Mrs Mills, Margaret and Patti quite openly, had been dabbing their eyes as they’d walked down the aisle as man and wife. The reception passed in something of a blur with cutting the cake, throwing her bouquet being amongst the highlights, and everyone agreeing it was a lovely, lovely wedding. They spent their wedding night in the penthouse; they were due to fly out on an extended honeymoon the next morning. They were lying side by side on a sumptuous bed in the master bedroom, all cream on the colour of rose gold. They’d behaved with conspicuous decorum on the trip up from the Coast in the Bentley—after they’d stopped to brush off most of the rose petals and confetti

Now I understood why the whole office was buzzing—but it still didn’t explain why. “Do you know the reason?” I asked calmly, my mind drifting again—this time to Adrian. Could this be because of the wedding? No. Adrian didn’t even seem thrilled about it. That couldn’t be it. “Well, guess what,” Kim said, her voice lowering like she was about to spill top-secret gossip. “The boss is getting married. And it’s going to be a double wedding—with his brother.” She took my hands gently and locked eyes with me, hers practically sparkling.

Jamie stood up fiercely, "How could your life be worth more than a million dollars? You're too arrogant!" Alexander laughed sarcastically as he replied, "My life may not be worth that much, but Lucas' happiness is." "You!" Mrs. Jamie was shocked. "I've seen it, Lucas likes Henry and Henry comes to this house often, certainly a possibility for Lucas. But with Henry's wife dead, Lucas doesn't dare marry him, nor does Henry intend to make your son his sacrifice." "I'm marrying Henry, no matter dead or alive. But if I die, it paves the way for Lucas."

“They’re gone. They’re probably already at the pier. Do you know what Big Boss plans to do with your wife?” “I don’t have time for your bullshit. Tell me where they are!” I snarled, and landed a hard punch on his jaw. His nose and lip started bleeding, but he still wore that stupid, defiant grin, as if my hit didn’t even faze him. “He’s going to make your wife the new queen of his empire. Do you really think you can just topple Big Boss that easily?” he laughed like a devil. My vision went white hot. Before I knew it, the barrel of my gun was pressed to his forehead and I pulled the trigger. Vin grabbed me before I came to my senses.

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.

Gianna I had no idea what was going on in the outside world until I pulled my phone out from the room Dante had put me inside yesternight. Almost a thousand notifications buzzed on my phone. "Whore... bitch, shameless..." They all read. "I've always known she was a slut, good that he cancelled the wedding and Is finally getting married to someone who's good, no wonder she's nothing now," the insults dragged on. Beneath the post was his wedding invitation paper of Luca and Sophia.