Romance Impossible

Romance Impossible

Princess Galaxiana

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"Do you take this beautiful maiden before you as your lawfully wedded wife, the one you will cherish till you breathe your last? "asked the marriage official. "Yes, I..." The groom was unable to finish his reply when the whole place shook and a scary-looking woman appeared not far from the soon to wed couple. "I do not agree to this marriage," the lady said and then raised her hands to the roof and shot 4 beams of light. The whole place began to shake and guests ran away for their life. How did it come to this situation? Why is there an objection to this marriage? Find out in this interesting mystery thriller romance story that will keep you glued to your seat. The cover isn't mine. All credits to the artist. Your comments, tips and reviews are appreciated.

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A lady of 18, possessing black hair made into a bun and wearing a floral yellow gown that seemed a little loose on her, hurries into a restaurant named Melrose sweating heavily. It is about 6: 00 pm and there are no customers in the restaurant which was unusual.

Waiting for her on a seat was her boss, Mr Chuks. He clapped while smirking on seeing her enter the restaurant. The young girl trembled at this sight. She knew she was done for!

"Brianna, what's with you?" said the man in his fifties.

Brianna immediately knelt

"Boss, I'm sorry. Forgive me just this once. I will never come late again" Brianna said close to tears.

"How long will you keep saying that? I no longer need you. Please use the door." Mr. Chuks spoke coldly.

"Boss, please give me one more chance. I will never be late again. I promise! Please, sir, have mercy." Brianna cried but her boss only laughed coldly.

"You know Brianna you are surely funny. You want me to go bankrupt before you understand? What am I saying? Just go! I don't need you any longer.'' the man barked.

Brianna got up slowly and replied with a hoarse voice

"Boss I... I understand... I do. I promise I won't ever appear before you again.'' she then removed her badge and placed it gently on the table.

"There! Boss, I'm leaving. Goodbye" she walked out of the store never looking back.

Mr Chuks sighed and for once more he surveyed the shop with his eyes and gave off a bitter smile.

"Girl, I am sorry but this is the best I can do for you. I cannot let you suffer for no reason. I hope you find a better job. I'm bankrupt and cannot even feed myself well. I hope you don't hate me." Mr. Chuks said as he got up from the seat after putting the badge in his pockets. He then locked up the shop and walked away.

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