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Diana cringed at the sound of her husband’s name. It also made her boil with rage. She didn’t want to see him right now, but they definitely needed to talk. He had the audacity to bail out on the wedding when she specifically told him not to. It was infuriating. After that day, the internet was streaming with questions asking why Mr Marshall didn’t show up or why she was all alone during the wedding. Diana sighed and picked up her cup of coffee, throwing it in the bin beside her.

"You've been following us around since we were young, looking desperate to get married. Now, you're saying you choose no one. What are you up to again?" "Blaire, no matter what you do, we'll never like you." Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose, looking very annoyed. Blaire took a deep breath and replied, "Who says the marriage partner has to be someone from the same generation? The one I've chosen is…" Before she could finish her words, a bodyguard rushed in, panic evident on his face. "Sirs, something bad happened. Tammy found out that you're about to get married, and she… she…. committed suicide."

He had gushed over how much of a beautiful couple we were earlier so much that it had hurt my ears, and I had wanted to slap the stupid grin from his face. As Bella and I reach the end of the aisle, she hugs me. “Just five years and the deal is over. I’m so sorry you have to go through this, my love”, she whispers and presents me to Truce King whose hand is held out. I take the hand and we both stand in front of the marriage officiant.

Unless “Did something happen?” “Ha! Just pull up the news, I’m dying over here. It’s too much to explain in one sentence, this might be the messiest wedding disaster of the entire year!” “Family drama? What kind?” Nora pulled up TikTok. Sure enough, right alongside “wedding of the year” her own, sat a second trending tag: Richard Whitfield’s wedding. She clicked the first clip. No sound needed, the chaos spoke for itself.

Cindy watched from the hospital bed,she's not supposed to watch this but she couldn't stop it,she scrolled on her phone angrily but she couldn't stop scrolling,tears welled in her eyes. “Lisa always Lisa,Lisa always getting the best “ She read the comments in anger. “Wow after three years they are finally getting married,delay is definitely not denial” “Fucking delay,she should have died where ever she disappeared to” Cindy screamed, throwing away the phone that shattered at contact,as she sobbed broken. The door opened as he walked in. “You obviously got the news,they are getting married” He said drawing the word “married” “And you are here broken and abandoned,he didn't even give you the d

My voice cracked as I looked at him, then frantically over my shoulder at the people behind me — waiting for someone, anyone, to tell me this was some sick joke. “If this is part of the bloopers for the same-day edit video, this isn’t funny anymore,” I stammered out, my nervous laugh echoing through the church like something broken. “You don’t have to understand,” he said simply, his tone sharp and final. “You’re marrying me now.” “N-No!” My bouquet slipped from my trembling hands, petals scattering over the marble floor. “You’re a stranger! Someone, please—” I turned to my parents, my throat closing around their names. “Mom? Dad? Please help me stop this.”

The only witness we have here is the priest and his men in black suits, currently pointing a gun right into my head. "Time is running, Neiva. It's either you marry me or you die." His innocent smile turned into a devilish one. This suits him more because this is the real him. And that answered your question. My shotgun marriage happened to be the literal meaning of it. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed before answering, "I do." "You're mine now." He pulled me by my waist and pressed his lips against mine. I am now officially the wife of this Psychopath Billionaire Mafia Boss.

My feet glue on the ground. "It was a strange thing." Same voice adds. Matt chortles, "It was just a technical problem nothing else." That man remains persistent, "Didn't you check this prior the event?" I stay there to further listen to the conversation, feeling shivered. Hobsons are going to kill me if someone would find out the truth about Ashar's marriage. "It's such a nuisance. You should complain to authority." Other man comments. Matt responds, "I did complain them." "Still I find it strange. By the way, where's the new bride? The newly married couple should be spending a lot of time together."

Then, I asked her, deliberately enunciating each word slowly and clearly, "Did we really get married? Am I really listed as your spouse on your wedding certificate?" Lydia's face went stiff. She lowered her eyes and avoided my gaze. The guilt on her face was obvious. "What are you talking about?" she snapped, but her voice no longer sounded as imperious as before. "You were there with me that day. Don't you know whose name was on it?" How shameless could one person be? I took out my phone and showed her the disgusting messages Trevor had sent me. "You can read it for yourself. Am I making this up, or is your real husband the one running his mouth?"

He couldn’t process it. His phone was ringing. It was Hank. Trent had a feeling he’d put things together and realized that Bree had swiped the photos and that she was going to tell him. How could Trent marry a woman standing next to a best man who’d been sleeping with the bride while a woman sang a song about how she was in love with the groom? It was like one of those soap operas his mom used to watch, only not quite as believable.