The Don S Wrong Bride Romane & Geschichten

"What's wrong with you, sicko?" I swallowed hard. "Is this the East part?" His forehead creased. "The fck are you saying?" I cupped my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Oh my God! D-Did I marry the wrong man?" He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows but he clenched his jaws and grabbed my shoulders. "What are you talking about? Are you saying you came to the wrong wedding? You were not sent by someone? You didn't hide my bride?"

He went to kiss her, but his friends yelled, “NOT YET!” “By the power vested in me by the city of Manila—and now, I now pronounce you…oh wait. The rings. And you have to say…” “I do,” she whispered, staring at him. “I do, too,” Donald smiled. They slid the rings on and Donald turned to the Mr. City Clerk and tried not to roll his eyes at the man’s distracted incompetency. “By the power vested in me by the city of Manila—and now, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the….” Donald dipped his impregnated wife before the man could finish, “bride.”

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

But instead of causing curiosity, this only brings a sense of unease… something that makes all her defenses rise at once. What's Theodor Marchetti thinking? ...... The bridal march interrupts her thoughts. All the guests stand up, including the bridesmaids, as the bride is finally entering. When Emily appears at the church door holding James Evans' arm, Eleonor feels a tightening in her chest. The whispering starts to become louder because it's clear that the bride is looking too plain, while the bridesmaids are dressed in flashy colors and fabrics stuck to their bodies. The bride doesn't stand out at her own wedding.

It was only seconds before he replied, "You'll survive here, Donna; that's all you should know." ******* The wedding was a wreck; Maria and Lina were the only ones in the pew. The groom was nowhere to be seen, and when she asked why, the only response she got was enough to get her heart thumping. 'Capo's Dead" She grimaced. She looked at the papers to be signed on the wooden stand, and seeing his signature already on them, anger surged through her. It was all part of the game, being Death's bride. DEATHS BRIDE! He was death, and death wouldn't attend his damn wedding.

I was supposed to be the perfect bride-poised, elegant, glowing with happiness. But as I locked eyes with my groom at the altar, my world came crashing down. Because second the man I had a reckless one-night stand with just weeks ago-was standing there. As my husband-to-be. Julian Castellanos. His shock mirrored mine. His piercing blue eyes, once filled with sinful pleasure, now darkened with disbelief. A muscle in his jaw clenched. His fingers curled into fists. And then... his expression turned cold. Like a switch had flipped. Like I was nothing.

Whatever this man is doing, it's meant to provoke me. According to the clan's law, when a new bride is welcomed by the mafia Don, they expect to glimpse her sensually. They think she's just a commodity, assuming she’s part of a contract marriage. "What?" he says sarcastically. "You’re not marrying her for love. Rules are rules." "Whatever the rules are, I don’t care. What’s mine is mine, and I don’t share. She’s no slut. She’s just mine." I angrily hit the table as I feel a surge of anger boiling inside me.

“What the hell is this?!” Dominic Costa’s shout echoed through the room as he saw that the bride he wanted had been replaced. “Please don’t be mad, Mr. Costa,” Veronica pleaded. “Don’t you dare play tricks on me, Mrs. Marino! What I want is your daughter, but why did you give me this ugly duckling?” Belladonna lowered her head. Ah… she really was the ugly duckling. She and Bianca were nothing alike. If they were related by blood, would she also be as beautiful as Bianca?

The whole group was laughing now, egging us on, telling us to give it another shot. The Underboss next to Lorenzo stepped in and shut it down. He glanced at me and sneered disdainfully, "The Don was crazy about her once. Too bad she only cares about money." The room went dead quiet. That word, Don, had a way of doing that. Everyone shut up. The Underboss saw the room fall in line and nodded. Then he said: "The Don came today to invite you all to his wedding." "The bride's name is Sofia. If I may speak out of turn..."

"You've got the wrong papers." "The sale contract is also in there," he said, without taking the document back. "Document two. The painting is purchased. That part is real." "Great." She nodded, satisfied. "So. The other thing is the joke part." "The other thing," he said, "is the marriage certificate." She looked at him. He looked at her. The gold leaf flickered in the background. "Okay," she said slowly, in the tone of someone deciding to engage with an unusual situation. "Show me the marriage certificate."