Novel & Cerita The Wrong Groom's Vegas Vow

I had just canceled all the banquet arrangements and hadn't had time to inform our parents. My wife-to-be, Rhiannon Tate, came back right at that moment. She had just given birth, so she looked a bit weak. But as soon as she opened the door, she started berating me! "Have you deleted the comments? You're making Lionel look bad, do you know that?" she barked. Then, she walked over to me and leaned in slightly. My expression turned terrifyingly dark. My fiancée had lied about going abroad to study and secretly gave birth to Lionel Devine's baby. Lionel was her childhood sweetheart.

Moving Henry's hand aside, I responded earnestly, "Don't worry. I'm someone who honors my promises. Since I agreed to marry you, I will do as I have said. I won't go back on my word." In any case, Isaac wasn't worth having me change my mind anyway. Inside the other car, Isaac felt even more and more flustered. Ignoring Jenny's attempts to stop him, he called the airline to check on me, but he was informed that I hadn't boarded the flight. His mind went blank. Hands trembling, he called up the tour agency. "Did the tour guide meet up with Victoria?" When he got a no there as well, he lost his mind. "It was Vicky! That bride in the other car was Vicky! She lied to me! She didn't go on the trip

“You know why I wasn’t back Saturday. Let me tell you why— because I was in Vegas.” “Vegas?” They say in unison, and I nod. “As in Las Vegas…” “Yes! Vegas, as in Nevada, Las Vegas!” Jo looks over at Aimee, who stares at me, her mouth agape. “I can’t remember a damn thing. I was so drunk I somehow ended up on a private jet flying to the fucking states.” “With that guy?” Jo questions, a dumbfounded look on her face. “Yes, with that guy,” I say, pulling my lacy black top on. “That’s not even the worst part, oh no, it gets better. We got married by Elvis. Like legally married.”

“In the presence of all and God's, I, Asher Samuel Dillard, official representative under the authority of the husband's, state that this woman is Giovanni Reviello's wife. From this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do them part. He will love, honor and cherish her all the days of his life. According to this statement, I pledge thee my solemn vow in the name of Giovanni Reviello and his honor.” Whispering could be heard from the altar. No one had ever heard a vow like that, especially one made in the name of another person. Gradually, the pity became entertainment. The guests began to like the situation. Eleonor remains silent

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 priest looked lost. “This is a mistake,” the man continued, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t love each other. You don’t even know each other. This is Vegas. You’ll regret it in the morning.” The bride sniffled. The groom frowned. The man sighed, muttering under his breath about “idiots throwing their lives away.” And for some reason, maybe the whiskey, maybe the ache in my chest,I laughed. The sound made him snap his head toward me. His eyes locked on mine.

He gives as much as he takes, and he was taking her breath away. Wyoming failed to notice the loud buzzing in her head except for the heady taste of his kiss. He licked her lips and nibbled them one last time before he released her. Shocked, Wyoming stared into his eyes, lost. “Ehem!” The priest interrupted the sudden silence that enveloped them. Her groom managed to appear contrite when he addressed the man that would solemnize their wedding. “Forgive my bride’s beauty, Father. It left me overwhelmed.” Everyone laughed, dispelling the tense atmosphere.

she breathed out in fear and sweat beads formed on her forehead under the veil. "Repeat after me." The priest asked the trio to follow his words and started saying the vows which the brothers repeated after him. "I, Joaquin Fernandez, take you, Vanessa Lynn Gorbachev, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God I make this vow." Jaoquin repeated after the priest.

“Always.” She tried to hold the smile back but failed miserably. And he looked like he’d die for it. The priest began speaking, but Egon didn’t glance away from her even once. Every guest, every danger, every wound from their past dissolved. Only she existed. Then the priest announced what no one expected. “The bride and groom will now speak their vows.” Murmurs erupted with shock and disbelief. A mafia couple doing vows? Unthinkable. Emerald squeezed Egon’s hand and he nodded for her to go first.