The Boss Shotgun Wedding Novels & Stories

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.

Third Person's POV Trista blinked in surprise. "Wait, the Blackthorn pack? One of the big eight?" Xander nodded. "Alpha Edwin had a shotgun wedding. He's back in L.A. to throw this massive bash, mostly to show off his new Luna to everyone." A shotgun wedding? If Trista remembered correctly, Edwin was pushing fifty. Seeing her brow furrow into a knot, Xander laughed and gave her forehead a playful flick. Trista pulled back, rubbing her head. "Xander, is it for the reason I think it is?"

The silence in the room had echoed louder than the gunshot, and I had turned to the Boss wearing an ever so bored look on her face. “Your rules, Boss,” I had said through gritted teeth, “One lucky shot, winner takes all.” Surely they didn't think I'd kill my Astrid…even though she tried to kill me. Boss had stares frozen for a long second, and I waited for the guard behind me to snap my neck at the mere nod of her head, but she did something else. She burst into a laugh, clapping loudly over her head like she just watched a block buster movie.

Andrew took out two shirts, saying, "I thought we wear couples shirt because... girls like that right?" "Are you doing this for me or for you?" Kenzie asked, raising a brow. "Anything to make you happy," he suggested before giving the smaller white shirt to her. Andrew expected the usual couples shirt, those that say "His and Hers" or "Mr. and Mrs.", but what Wendell bought was a little different. Andrew's shirt read, "The Boss." Whereas, Kenzie's shirt read, "The Real Boss." Kenzie wound up laughing, giving Wendell a thumbs up. She suggested, "I'm glad I have a loyal subject in you, Wendell."

I gasp. "I still don't have enough power to go against my grandmother, Secretary Kim. I'm sure you've heard how strict and cold-hearted she is from the other employees, and as her only grandson, even though I'm now the new CEO, I still have a leash around my neck right now. I don't know what she'll do to you, and I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you... so please, I know it's hard for you… But, could you please... marry me? Please marry me, I don't want to lose our baby too."

After a brief silence, her tone became pragmatic. “Then let’s set the wedding for a month from now.” After hanging up, I felt someone behind me. Ted was standing there. He held a gift box—black and gold, with a prominent logo of an Italian luxury brand. “A wedding?” he asked, frowning slightly. “Who’s getting married?” He stiffened, alert and wary. “It’s definitely not me,” I said casually. I smiled and shook my head gently. “Just a friend.” The tension on his shoulder almost instantly dissipated. The sight stung my chest.

He was boiling. "Fucking bitch. I even tried to ask you nicely but being a bitch you are you had to spoil it, I'm done playing that nice game. When our wedding day comes, we'd get married an-" he was saying but somebody cuts him off. "Boss-" the man tried to say, but Vick cut him off. "How dare are you fucking interrupt my speech? Fucking bastard!" He was so angry, he reached forward to the man, and pulled out the gun the man had in his pocket, without a second thought, Vick shot him right in the chest.

“Thanks Evet that really means a lot coming from you.” “Yeah… yeah… I know I’m the best you don’t got to tell me that. But for real girl spill the tea is there another reason for this shot gun wedding.” “What do you mean?” “I mean are you carrying a baby billionaire bun in the oven?” “Wow Evet just wow.” “I’m just saying the only legitimate reason I see an expedited wedding happening. Is if you have a sudden addition to that expensive ass family tree of his.” “No Evet I’m not pregnant.”

On the day of the wedding, the entire estate was lit up in dazzling brilliance. Guests arrived one after another. Social elites from across Europa, powerful financiers, and representatives from major mafia families all gathered under one roof. Standing before the extravagant scene, Lewis gave a rare smile. After the wedding, he would move into the master suite of the estate with me, and we would finally become a family. With that, all the past arguments and misunderstandings would slowly fade away. Just then, Quinn walked toward Lewis with a smile. She was wearing an ornate wedding dress, the one Lewis had spent a fortune having custom-made in France. It was a one-of-a-kind piece, originally

If I keep Gin by my side and we’ll come to an agreement of helping each other, maybe I’d have a higher survival rate. “Fine. Deal.” I reached my hands to him. His serious-grimmed face suddenly brightens up and held my hand to shake it, “Let’s work together now, wife.” “What? Wife?” “Yes.” “Huh?” “Ah, I don’t think you understand it yet. But let me tell you another secret,” He leaned in close to my left ear while still holding my right hand, “You sister likes me and in order to annoy her to death you must marry me.”