Married To Everett Anderson

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vy, but I can't bring myself to cry out as I wanted. I can bring myself to feel the emotions I badly want to feel. Every woman has dreamed of her wedding at lea

wedding gown adorned with beautiful pearls, my hair packed neatly and beautifully, and my makeup done to perfection. Of course, I look beautiful, but I don't feel beautiful; I feel em

is to blame for everything that has gone wrong in my life-the man who is selling out his only daughter to the de

lips curled up in a frown. Of course, I look beautiful;

dn't want to talk to him; I didn't want to be in the same

ike he had a lot of things to say, a

with my words, but then again, does he have feelings? My feelings are probably more hurt than he would ever be. I opened the door, and, of course, bodyguards were outside, waiting for me to be escorted to my doom. I

e latest gist. This wedding is obviously not private. Mr. King wants the entire world to know his son is getting married a

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any questions, flying around us like flies. The bodyguard pushed the

are definitely rich; money is never an issue for them, but their l

drove out of the hotel, heading to my doom. The ride was awkward; no words were shared, and I preferre

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believe Mr. Anderson bought the most expensive hall in the city, all for a fake wedding. We walked to the side of the building where a church is. Well, I guess that's why people love this hall. It is expensive and has a church, wedding reception, and hall together

d forward, ignoring how full the church is, and the funniest part is that they are all strange

d lips. His eyes were a piercing blue; they looked at me blankly; his aura was cold; h

he steps. I breathe out, biting my lips as the priest starts. We didn't share any vows, and when it was time to say I do, he said nothing; he was mute all through the p

st said, and my heart was bleeding out. My heart

an't he see how forced everything was? Everett turned, and he walked out. The guest murmured while I stood in front of the

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vy, but I can't bring myself to cry out as I wanted. I can bring myself to feel the emotions I badly want to feel. Every woman has dreamed of her wedding at lea

wedding gown adorned with beautiful pearls, my hair packed neatly and beautifully, and my makeup done to perfection. Of course, I look beautiful, but I don't feel beautiful; I feel em

is to blame for everything that has gone wrong in my life-the man who is selling out his only daughter to the de

lips curled up in a frown. Of course, I look beautiful;

dn't want to talk to him; I didn't want to be in the same

ike he had a lot of things to say, a

with my words, but then again, does he have feelings? My feelings are probably more hurt than he would ever be. I opened the door, and, of course, bodyguards were outside, waiting for me to be escorted to my doom. I

e latest gist. This wedding is obviously not private. Mr. King wants the entire world to know his son is getting married a

Le

etting your daughter mar

wedding or a c

any questions, flying around us like flies. The bodyguard pushed the

are definitely rich; money is never an issue for them, but their l

drove out of the hotel, heading to my doom. The ride was awkward; no words were shared, and I preferre

e called, and my e

believe Mr. Anderson bought the most expensive hall in the city, all for a fake wedding. We walked to the side of the building where a church is. Well, I guess that's why people love this hall. It is expensive and has a church, wedding reception, and hall together

d forward, ignoring how full the church is, and the funniest part is that they are all strange

d lips. His eyes were a piercing blue; they looked at me blankly; his aura was cold; h

he steps. I breathe out, biting my lips as the priest starts. We didn't share any vows, and when it was time to say I do, he said nothing; he was mute all through the p

st said, and my heart was bleeding out. My heart

n; can't he see how forced everything was? Everett turned, and he walked out. The guest murmured while I stood in fron