The Wedding Crasher Mia Sosa Novels & Stories

“Let me help you, Ronin. That’s what I’m here for. I will get everyone to calm down. You go check on Derith. He’s in pretty bad shape.” “I leave you guys alone for five minutes and all hell breaks lose!” Maia rushed into the garden, dodging people as she approached them. She had on an apron over her pink dress, and a smidgen of flour dusted on her cheek. “I heard the screams all the way in the kitchen. What the hell is going on?!” “Long story short?” Thaddeus helped Liora down to sit on the grass. “Saberlon crashed the wedding.”

“You’re married?”Mia scoffed, “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?” She glared at Luke but he was finding it difficult to reply just a simple question. “Em…” Luke scratched the back of his head nervously. “And you are? You keep asking my husband questions when you haven’t replied to me yet.” Ava stepped in, trying to back Luke up. “Sorry, for the unwelcome intrusion.” She apologized, bowing her head slightly. “I’m Mia Santiago, Luke’s Ex.”

Or perhaps burn her alive? "Take pictures and report to me physically. I will schedule the date," I said and he hummed in agreement. The call ended instantly. I catwalked back to my office, sat down, and rested my head against the chair. Being Mia was really this tiring, especially when dealing with her family and the nonsense circulating online, I licked my lips and opened T*****r...the second it loaded, I was trending. 'Mia Is Back! The Devil...' Staring at the hashtags, I couldn't help but laugh, actually feeling amused, I scrolled through some posts....

Thank you so much for sticking to me" she was still saying when she felt his lips crushing unto her not even looking at the other couples watching them, they devour the kiss happily. * * * "See woman you better wash all those cloth before I return back or else" he warn and left. That woman was Mina, who has been married off to a far relative of her mother,in a village under Niger state, ever since she was out of the prison, seven month back life has not been a better place for her, perhaps she even prefer to be in a Ceil than to be married off to a tyrant they call husband. To her mother, that will be her lesson for all she has done, staying in prison for eight month does not do justice to a

'' I am sorry, that is why I called you, I won't be coming back,'' I let out with a hint of sadness in my voice. '' Why is that? Is the wedding not over yet,'' Mia asked. '' The wedding never happened,'' I said and Mia gasped. '' Did you finally realise that you had made a mistake, and stopped the wedding,'' Mia let out with excitement. '' Far from that, Javier struck again,'' I said. '' What?'' Mia yelled. '' Yes,'' I said, telling her the whole story. '' Oh my goodness Isa, how are you feeling? I can not imagine what you must have gone through,' Mia said.

Jason walked up with a cruel expression, sneered, and said, “How shameless can you get? You took my money, and now you’re after my wife? Someone like you isn’t even worthy of her.” The crowd grew even more excited, realizing that a simple car accident had turned into a scandal involving the wealthy. “What’s going on? This started as a show-off about who has the more expensive car, and now it’s turned into a soap opera about who’s the real husband?” “It’s obvious the Nimgo owner is her husband. They look about the same age, and they match in temperament. That Valterra driver looks so young. He could even be their son.” “You never know. Rich women love younger men these days. Did you see how A

Her daughter Dorothy left the country when she couldn’t bear the pain anymore. Lucius decided to renovate the manor to his liking and also his mansion, he wanted his wedding to take place at the manor and so wanted to rid of any bad memory that happened there. The preparations of the wedding kept happening and Mia was very surprised by how big Lucius wanted it to be, she wouldn’t mind a simple wedding but he wasn’t hearing any of it. Three days to the wedding day, Mia woke up with a faint headache. She got up and took some aspirin thinking it would make her feel better. But then five minutes later she found herself in the bathroom vomiting.

She flailed her arms, trying to catch her balance, but in the process, her hand smacked into a nearby waiter’s tray, sending a tower of cocktails crashing to the ground. Lena gasped, her eyes widening in horror as the drinks splattered across the floor, the sound of glass shattering echoing through the rooftop. People turned to look, and Lena’s face burned with embarrassment. “Oh no,” she muttered under her breath. “Not again.” Jessie, who had witnessed the whole thing, burst out laughing. “Lena! You did it again!” Lena groaned, mortified. She crouched down, trying to help the waiter clean up the mess. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered, her face burning. “I didn’t mean to—”

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

“We’ll meet soon. Then I’ll know who they are.” Gina lifted hers too, clinking it against Mia’s. “Good luck, my dear friend.” They planned to finish their coffee and hit the shops. Mia wanted to surround herself with new things, to chase away the sadness in her heart. Nothing could break her. Though her marriage had crumbled, there were still other things worth her attention. With that thought, Mia quickly drank the rest of her coffee in one go. She stood up excitedly, about to announce their departure—when a sudden, uncontrollable wave of nausea hit her.