Novel & Cerita The Don S Wrong Bride

I was pacing restlessly in the living room when I got a call. “You gave her her location knowing fully that she was already married?!” He raised his voice on the call. “Well, I am her sister. Of course, I went to the wedding. Don't you dare raise your voice at me?” I warned him. “You can't believe what she did. She didn't even let me hold her. She seems so in love with her husband.” my hand tightened around the glass in my hand and I dropped it mistakenly causing it to break.

Astrid caught Irene’s gaze and followed it to Stefan, her fists clenching under the table. “Then it’s settled,” the patriarch said, raising his glass. ***** On the wedding day, Irene sat quietly as makeup artists and stylists surrounded her. The white wedding gown shimmered like moonlight. Her hair was pinned up elegantly, and sparkling accessories adorned her ears and wrist. The makeup artist adjusted her veil. “Your mother must be so proud of you.” Those words broke something inside her. She thought back to the conversation with her mom when she was little. Her mother had described the perfect wedding—how her daughter would wear white, walk down the aisle with her head held high, and marry

They said, their cute voice enough to melt Sierra’s heart. Sierra felt a smile tug at her lips as they surrounded her, chattering excitedly. "You want presents?" she said, crouching down to their level. "I brought some, would you like sone snacks as well?" “Yes!” The kids said as they jumped up and down in jubilation, a sight which set the all room alight, many took photos of the new Don’s wife. A sight which made Dominic unknowingly smile. Hours later,

The rush of adrenaline made me restless and I soon found myself on my feet, pacing back and forth. What if accepting the Don's proposal was a mistake? And my mom… Fuck. I didn't even know her state right now. The thought of that made me bolt out of the room, wanting to ask him about my mom. But the scene I met outside made me freeze, clutching my fingers around the railing. “You had just one job,” Don said, his tone low and dark. The worker he's holding trembles unreasonably under Don's grip, sweat greasing his entire body, like he's been drenched by rain.

The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased. Lorenzo became even more infuriated when he found out the church he had booked was hosting a wedding. His baskets of roses had been pushed into a corner to make room for lilies. "What's going on?" he snapped, grabbing one of the church staff, his face dark. "I paid for exclusive use of this place for the entire day!" Just then, the wedding ceremony ended. The church doors swung open, and cheers spilled out. The groom looked familiar. He was the Don of the Argento family from Southern Darvent, Dominic. The possessive way he gazed at his bride left no doubt about his feelings.

I interrupted him and said, "Maybe I should remind you that the Don killed my parents. He orchestrated that 'car accident' 12 years ago because my parents discovered something they shouldn't have: his deal with a federal judge. He needed scapegoats to cover up three murders." The twins froze. "They didn't betray anyone." My voice was calm because I had run out of tears 12 years ago. "They were just the scapegoats the Don had chosen. He staged their fake escape, arranged the crash, and killed my parents." A long, suffocating silence followed. The garden roses swayed in the evening breeze, their fragrance almost overwhelming. Finally, Dante staggered to his feet. He looked into my eyes for a v

I've made a mistake in my speech. “Wow! You really identify as the wife-to-be, Sister? I never knew I would live to see this day, honestly. Not with the facade you carry on your face, acting like you have hidden powers to destroy the works of your sister's hand. Look at you acting like you're the backbone of the wedding.” Max says with more mockery in his voice. Hearing his voice irks me so bad, I want to puke. I dust myself, even though there was nothing today but dust, and I stand still in front of him.

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

"Liliana, come here." He thought I would obediently wag my tail like a puppy and grovel at his feet like before. I stepped out from behind Alessandro and swept my gaze across the crowd boldly. How had Liliana, the mute of the Volsi family, become so unattainable? My gaze first landed on Alberto. "Since this is your territory, then Don Volsi—you who pride yourself on being the only Don in Altamura that honors its code—does Alberto's oppression and abuse of me count as a violation? And if it does, shouldn't there be punishment?"

“You lost the right to use that word the second you dragged the Sterling name into total disgrace.” “I didn't do anything!” I cried, my chest heaving as panic seized my throat. “Julian deceived me! He spent months planning this! He stole my inheritance, he forged my signature, he used me!” “And yet, you married him,” Lucas countered, his voice a freezing current that shut down my defense. “You signed the documents. You allowed yourself to be manipulated like a fool. Why should the Sterling family suffer, why should our reputation be tarnished, just because you were too stupid to see through him?”