Chapter-3

Diva was confused when her lips met Blaze's. Why out of all the brides was he getting married to her?

How did something like this happen to her? All she did was witness a murder. Nothing more, and nothing less. She couldn't believe that she was married now-not to mention, to Blaze Hudson, who was practically a celebrity.

The wedding kiss wasn't even a kiss. It was just two pairs of lips brushing against each other with  a sense of urgency. It had no emotion whatsoever. This was not how Diva pictured her special day.

Soon, Blaze backed off from the so-called kiss; glancing at Diva from head to toe, he let out a sigh of relief. He was glad his bride wasn't ugly. Rather, she was extremely beautiful -a treat to the eyes, even without any makeup. His name wouldn't be defamed, and the world would say that Blaze Hudson had married an angel.

After the wedding concluded, Vyan ran towards his brother and let out a gasp in horror as soon as his eyes fell on the bride, Diva.

Instantly, Vyan pulled Diva and Blaze in a corner of the church. "What the fuck just happened?" asked Vyan, trying to keep calm. "And you! Why are you dressed as a bride?" he inquired looking at Diva.

"Please, don't kill me!" exclaimed Diva, horror strikingly obvious in her face. Even though the biggest event of her life just happened, her biggest concern was surviving. "I swear, I didn't watch you kill that man. I swear on my husband."

Blaze arched an eyebrow at her as Diva continued speaking, "I'll never tell a single soul about it. Please, don't kill me."

Blaze glanced back at his brother and stated, comparatively calmer than before, "There is still a gunman following me."

Vyan scanned the area; it looked safe enough. He let out an exasperated sigh. "While escaping, you fell into this wedding trap, didn't you?" Blaze nodded.

Diva was clueless as to why the criminal, who was after her life just a minute ago, was acting so familiar with her new husband. Unable to suppress her curiosity, she questioned, "Wait, why are you talking so casually with him, Blaze?" Blaze furrowed his brows, wondering when they were on a first name basis. "Do you know this murdere-" she stopped herself from saying such a rude and offensive word, "-this person. Do you know him, Blaze?"

Noting no visible reaction from Blaze, she couldn't help but freak out. "Oh my God! Are you his partner? Someone who kills people during his free time and works in his office during business hours?"

Blaze rolled his eyes.

"Or-"

Vyan cleared his throat and cut in, "I am his brother, lady."

Placing a hand over her chest, Diva let out a dramatic sigh. When she was being frank, she didn't hold back at all, and she spat out whatever came in her mind. "His brother? Grandma, I can't believe I married a criminal. I really should have stopped eating pastries when you told me."

"Excuse me? I'm the criminal, not my brother," Vyan objected, clearly offended by her presumption.

"Well, duh. A criminal's brother is clearly his accomplice. Your whole family must be in this," Diva accused.

"What?" Blaze mumbled, raising a confused eyebrow and looked at Vyan, who put his hands in his pockets. Vyan gave him a knowing look, motioning that he would fill him in later.

"Where do you even get such rubbish information?" Vyan couldn't help but pry.

"I edited an article about-"

"Enough," Blaze put a brake on her non-stop chatter. She was way too over-friendly and talkative, much to his distaste. He hated it when people talked too much or when they forced a relationship onto him. And, she was already claiming him as her husband.

"Oh, well, then can I leave now? You see, I have business to attend to-"

"I cannot let you go, lady," Vyan informed curtly.

Diva was about to oppose but was harshly cut off a flash of blinding light. The paparazzi had reached the church already to cover the hot news of spotting Blaze Hudson in a mass wedding. Seeing them, Blaze immediately covered Diva's face with her veil.

"Shit. Let's go!" he told Vyan, who had already fled.

"What are the paparazzi doing? Are you going to throw me into a dungeon now? Did the paparazzi get a clear shot of me? What if my grandma sees it? She would bury me alive. You don't know how scary she can be. But if the picture clicked by the paparazzi wouldn't be clear, I will be very disa-" Diva's questioning session was cut off by an already annoyed Blaze.

"Shut up."

They got into Blaze's car parked near the church. He hopped in the passenger's seat, handing Vyan the car keys, which he took gladly, while Diva got into the back.

"Why are we running away?" she inquired, which was left unanswered. When Vyan started the car, suddenly, Diva realized something. "Wait for a second!" she hollered, resulting in the car screeching to a halt.

Blaze glared at her.

She twitched her lips for a while and said, "I left my phone in the bakery. I need it for-" before she could utter another word, Vyan stormed off out of the car, walking towards the direction of the bakery. He was already in a bad mood after getting tricked. The last thing he wanted was to get his brain chewed out by a strange girl who happened to be his sister-in-law, which was partially his fault.

Meanwhile, Blaze formed his fist into a ball. That bastard left me alone with this walking chatterbox, he thought.

Diva made herself comfortable in the car and shifted her gaze towards her husband. "If you don't mind me asking, which one of you is older?" she breathed out at once.

"Twins," replied Blaze, trying to keep the conversation as short as possible.

She gaped at his answer.

"You guys aren’t even identical!" When he didn't say anything, she spoke again, "I have always wanted to ask you something." She pursed her lips. Blaze frowned, letting her continue, well aware there was no point in refusing. "Why did you name your company 'Kiwi Inc.'? I mean, out of all the fruits, why Kiwi? Why do you even have to name it after a fruit anyway? Are you copying Steve Jobs?"

Is that what she calls asking a question? God, save me from this woman, Blaze internally pleaded, waiting for a miracle.

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