Novel & Cerita The Don S Wrong Bride

I knew I was ranting, but I was so pissed. “Don is not a man you settle for. That is a man you dream of having. And when it was over, everyone took his brother’s side. Who the fuck sides with the guy who fucks his brother’s bride at the wedding in a church? I know in the Catholic church that would be a path straight to hell. I’m sure the Jewish faith doesn’t look fondly on such actions in a house of worship.” I scoffed. “And it gets worse!” I huffed, remembering what he said about the funds from the wedding.

The fingers which held the card trembled violently, from where Franklin stood he couldn’t read Donn’s expression but having known him most of his life he could guess the amount of pain his friend was in, all this is caused by a mere wedding invitation. How ironic is it that the mighty, ruthless Mafia Don is hurt by a wedding invitation! “Are you going to do nothing and watch her get married to someone else?” The atmosphere in the office tightened, Donn’s jaw was clenching down against his teeth, this discussion was one he dreaded. He dropped the card and leaned further into his chair. “You want me to kidnap her?” He presumably asked but Franklin knew better that this was all a facade so he a

he asked through the mike. Enzo grunted his reply. “I do.” The audience clapped to his reply as I slipped the wedding band into his finger. “Do you, Miss Yanna Wilson take Mr, Enzo Bernadi to be your lawfully wedded husband?” my breathing picked up and my palms felt clammy. I hesitated. Murmurs from the crowd was heard at my lack of response to the officiant. He repeated the question again to clarify himself clearly. I felt Enzo squeeze my hands indicating that I should reply. “…..I do.” I replied softly and everyone cheered in the crowd.

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.Thoughts that border-lined on friendship and wedding. I was close with Julian, we both knew that but I had never been intimate with him and the thought of kissing him made my heart thump away in my chest.How was a wedding supposed to be? I knew about the dress being white and bouquet of flowers but my knowledge didn't go much farther than that. I knew how to be a spectator not how to be the bride.Whining to myself, I stood up from my bed and speed walked to the door. I knocked on it from inside knowing that a nearby guard would hear and come have a word with me. I was proven correct as only moments later, someone knocked on the door from the outside."Is something the matter, Donna?"A gruff

His eyes locked on mine. “What the hell is so funny?” I leaned against the pew, lips curling. “You, lecturing them about mistakes, in a Vegas chapel. That’s funny.” His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” “Marriage is always a mistake,” I said, the words dripping from my tongue like venom. “It’s just contracts wrapped in flowers. At least they’ll figure it out now instead of twenty years later.” The bride gasped and the groom sputtered. The priest looked scandalized. But the man, the stranger, his jaw tightened, and fire lit in his eyes.

I could see the admiration in their eyes, they clearly adored Diego but some seemed envious. I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and forced a smile, trying to match Diego's composure, just like he wanted. I didn’t want these people to sense my apprehension and think I was some easy prey. But it was like they could see right through me. They started whispering in Spanish. "¿Quién es la novia tan hermosa?" ("Who is the beautiful lady?") ... Someone asked. "Es la novia cautiva..." ("She's the captive bride...") another voice replied, the words dripping with scandal.

" Celine? The substitute bride?" I stiffened at his choice of words. I never really liked when others called her that. She is my wife after all and I am the only person allowed to call her that. Only I had that right! " Yes" I replied him I watched as Samson waved a hand. " Come on man....why are you soo bent out of shape? Is this seriously the reason why you're like this? " I could hear the disappointment and disbelief in his voice. " We all know that she was never the real bride.....she was was not supposed to be your wife in the first place! Emilia left you remember?" He asked rhetorically

Playing their game. -Go away. -She said. Brahim stared at her, not understanding anything. The back of his hand caressed her warm cheek. "You're crazy," he swore. He didn't wait for an explanation, he certainly didn't care. The bride, dressed in her enormous, pompous and flashy dress, was left alone in the middle of the aisle. She felt a great emptiness inside her. It was the uncertainty of not knowing who she was or why she ended up in the hands of the Tonali brothers.

She didn't apologize to Raina or even look her in the eye. Raina just looked away and she wasn't surprised at all. She was a Valente in the Retroferd estate. She was already considered an enemy and she didn't need a maid to like her. Ma'am Collete reached into her pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys. She handed them to Pascal. "The Don has given his orders," she said, her voice turning cold again. "The bride is not to stay in the main house…She will stay in the room at the back of his villa."