Romans & histoires Two Brides One Tragic Twist

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

After the ceremony which didn't even take an hour, Mirabel and Oliver walked back to her apartment. While on the way, Mirabel couldn't help but hesitate to bring Oliver back to her apartment. 'If not for the requirements that the husband and wife must live together I wouldn't have even brought him back. Hopefully, he isn't a maniac, he seems drunk maybe I can overpower him if he does anything stupid.' Mirabel keeps thinking throughout the walk. Meanwhile, Oliver who was still imagining her charming voice was thinking on a whole different level, 'This wedding won't be long? Hmph, little wife you think you will get rid of me after a week? Dream on 'cause this will go on forever.'

She snapped her fingers twice. “Does he know you’re married now? I bet he is so heartbroken right now,” she shook her head. “He is heartbroken?” I asked. “Really, Emerald? I did not know you saw him as no one for you to not even remember him at all,” she shook her head and I swallowed hard. She finally turned to leave and I stood still on that spot as I watched her out of sight. Why would Aidan be heartbroken about Emerald’s wedding? Why?

** Eunice laughs, looking at the rearview mirror, " Girls!!! Are you ready for the after wedding long drive with the bride?" She yells at Carol's two bridesmaids. " Yay!!!! Most ironically! We had the bride!" They laugh. Eunice and her two friends decided to have a long drive after the wedding once Carol leave for honeymoon with Troy. However, like always, Their plans never go as they plan. And now ended up having the bride herself as their another companion.

"If we file for divorce or annulment today, it becomes public record within forty-eight hours. The media picks it up. The story breaks. A substitution scandal—bride swapped, marriage collapsed in under a day—that's not just gossip. That's a signal to every investor, every board member, every partner we have that the King Group is unstable. That our alliances can't hold. That our word means nothing." "And the stock falls," she said. "The stock collapses," he corrected. "We're not talking about a dip. We're talking about a catastrophic loss of confidence. Years of positioning, gone. Partners pulling out. Deals dissolving." "Because of one marriage." "Because of what one marriage represents." S

"He was attacked because of her." "She brought death into this palace." I went very still. "Ever since she arrived, nothing but trouble," the first one continued. "The murdered servant. The lockdown. Now this." "My grandmother used to say brides like that carry curses," the second one whispered. "Beautiful enough to catch a king's eye, but something's wrong underneath."

Four glasses of champagne over two hours. She had not read carefully enough. The marriage certificate was real. She had held it next to her own copy. Both said the same thing. Both had her name, Octavia Maddox, and both had his name too, which she had not thought to look for when she was signing because she had been looking for what she expected and not what she hadn't thought to look for. Bastien Leclair. The name meant something in Tripicity. She had filed it when Priya said it in the dressing room and she was pulling it back now with the specific attention of someone who had just discovered it was considerably more relevant than the section she had filed it under.

Malachai continues, his words deliberate, each one sinking like a knife into my composure. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I roar, incredulous at this turn of fate. “She’s supposed to be killed by his fated mate, not be it!” I turn from the window, pressing my knuckles hard against the sill until the carved wood bites into my skin. Three brides. Three carefully orchestrated deaths, each one designed to look like the inevitable casualty of a wolf's true mate claiming what was hers. A clean, deniable pattern. The wolves blamed. The treaty collapsed. The peace deal dead before it could take root.

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

With a muffled sound, they looked back and saw that the sedan chair at the front of the groom team directly lost its balance and fell to the ground. "Bang!" Saber Twelve and the others were quick to pull the sedan chair, but it was too late. With a loud bang, the sedan chair smashed in front of Saber Twelve and the others. "Pa!" The bride in the sedan chair suddenly fell out of the sedan chair and landed in Saber Twelve's short distance. The big red veil covered the top of her head, and the festive phoenix dress was exceptionally beautiful. "Oh no." Saber Twelve immediately becomes anxious. On the wedding day, they unintentionally destroyed the bride's bridal sedan chair and knocked it down,