The Arranged Bride (Romance)

eined hands tightly gripped his brother's shoulders, glancing down at the knife stabbed to his belly, his face filled wit

belly, his heart bled with hatred, he wasn't going to be moved by his sympathetic

's just that he didn't believe it to be true, he shouldn't have come here, he should have stayed back at the mansion and avoided his brot

life, you took everythin

kne

weak, pale to the skin, was this how he was going to die? Was he never going to see his par

to you, why? Why? Why is it always you?" He twisted the knife an

e you," Blood dripped from his mouth. "You will alw

h over to me." He grinned wickedly, the other's expression widened in shock. "Oh, you don't remember." He laughed. "Let me refresh your memory, you signed it when you were drunk, thinking it was some land, no, it was your riches, brother, your riches." He took his eyes

above it, waited for several minutes, there

n." He

ran to Ryan, and bowed before him, waiting fo

ughing. "Everything is mine now."

tions, Master

m and rubbed the blood in his hands on

other's, how could he rub it on him, he could only hope he doesn't

nothing is left detected, bring h

instructing his other bodyg

. "Goodbye, brother." He murmured. "See you

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her lovely husband to show up with all smiles. She is an attractive woman, wearing a white wedding gown, with her elegant makeup which brought out t

her life, he was the best man she has ever met in her entire life. She was ready to be a

running out and the priest was ready to cancel the wedding if the groom didn

ned the bride and went for his mistress realising he didn't love her after all. While others were amused, ready and prayin

n Alca

up, this wasn't like him, he is never the type

and holding her son's shoulder. "Get married to her, to save our reputation. Pl

pire called Ambrose, the most perfect family in California, and getting t

word." He smiled and kissed his mother on her forehe

you, son, make us proud." His stained

nd his father held his arm and led him into the reception

hair is well combed, everyone turned to look at him, he was well-made, like a Greek

rs, smiling and blushing as she se

er