The Don S Wrong Bride Romane & Geschichten

"Yes, Madam?" "Find me a dress. Not blue. Not black. Something that looks like it was woven from the debts of every man in that boardroom. And call the hotel." "What shall I tell them?" I looked at Damien, and for the first time, the "Unwanted Bride" gave way to the Vane Heir. "Tell them the owner is coming home. And tell them to make sure the lobby is spotless. I’ll know if they missed a speck of dust."

She could never own his heart, only Clarice could. “Mr. Rodriguez when is the wedding” A reporter asked but he ignored her he unlink his hands and walked away “Very soon” Nora answered before posing one more time then headed inside “Damian darling what happened “ nora asked “Don't try to act like my wife nora” he said “Damian dont be rude ok, and Nora is your wife” his mum said in her voice leaving no room for arguments. The hall buzzed with quiet excitement Crystal chandeliers shone overhead casting a soft ambience across the elegantly dressed guest laughter and clinking of glasses, low conversations filled the air Damian sat beside Nora his expression unreadable, his fingers tapped on the

The date sat three days before the wedding we had both been forced to attend. I leaned in and studied the images the way I studied any composition that felt off. The light was wrong. Shadows fell across Sabrina’s face from the left, yet the windows in that room faced east. At the hour the timestamp claimed, morning light should have struck the opposite side of her face. The base photograph was real. Liam was truly unconscious in that bed. But the pregnancy test, the smile, and the neat little story had been added afterward. I explained what I saw, pointing out the direction of the light and the inconsistency in the shadows. Liam listened with hope and doubt fighting openly across his feature

The wedding music kept looping through the venue, but due to my absence, the grand wedding had to come to an abrupt end. Guests stood around exchanging uncertain glances, and whispered conversations echoed across the hall. “What happened? This is the Don’s wedding of the century, and the bride didn’t even show up?” “That can’t be right. Everyone knows Lewis dotes on Eve, and she’s a subject of envy in all of Napels. Why would she choose to run away from that kind of power and a wedding like this?”

During the bridal pickup ritual, my maid of honor, Heather Monroe, locks me and Nicola Sanderson, my fiancé's best friend, in the same room. According to local tradition, the blindfolded groom must carry the woman he believes to be his bride to the bridal car. Afraid that my fiancé, Julian Bennett, might mistake me for someone else, I purposely wear the couple bracelet we've shared throughout our seven years together. But when Julian feels the bracelet on my wrist, he pauses for only a second before letting go. Then, he walks straight over to Nicola and sweeps her into his arms. Our family and friends burst into laughter. "Childhood sweethearts really do have the best chemistry!" "Jul

Noah went on. "Explain yourself. What the hell do you mean?" Alex barked. "She married me to get back at her ex-lover. She ruined my life, and I didn't even do anything. Don't you think that's wrong? Where is your honor?" Noah asked angrily. Alex softened his gaze. "You are right. What she did was wrong," he said. "So you agree?" Noah looked at him with hopeful eyes. "I agree with you. She shouldn't have done this for vengeance. Two people should get married only if they are in love. Maybe you should ask for a divorce," Alex suggested.

Bella said the last part in a wink as she walked out of her room. Rex who was watching them chuckled making Don scowl at him from the mirror and he bowed his head quietly. Don finished wearing his tux and turned towards the exit with Rex following behind. **************** AT THE ALTAR* "Do you, Don promise to take Lillian Blake to be your lawfully wedded wife, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always till death do you part?" The priest read the wedding vow. "Yes." Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown.

“I’m married.” “I don’t give a damn. If it weren’t for the relationship I had with your father I’d have had my men take you out a long time ago.” His words were sharp. “I will do no such thing,” Brayden said, calm and deadly. “Your daughter is a whore who slept with my brother. She should go marry him. I have a wife. End of discussion.” I held my breath, watching the air crack with tension. Don’s eyes narrowed, dangerous. “You’re going to regret this. Twenty-four hours. Marry her or watch everything you’ve built collapse.”

“Silvia leave us alone.” Silvia nods and went into her room. “How long?” “Two weeks,” I replied. “Shit. Your fucking papa,” my mama cursed angrily. “Well, we need to get you ready. A bride. You'll bee radiant.” I didn't really care for that. “What do you know about the Donovan family?” Mama stopped in her tracks. “That's who he’s marrying you to?” “Yes mama.” “Why for fuck sake? They beat their women too.”

As I climbed the stairs, I heard Rory whispering downstairs. “We need to do something. Fast.” Clarissa’s voice followed. “Don’t worry. She won’t be a problem for long.” “But we don’t even know where the shoulder part was.” Rory said, panicking. “Relax dear.” Clarissa said firmly. Rory paused. “Mom, I have to be his bride and not Sabrina. Theo is a very rich businessman and with him I will live the good life I have always wanted. Sabrina can always marry a mechanic or bus driver, I don’t care but this bride has to be me.”