Dawn. A high-end hotel. Leia’s high heels, skirt, top, and stockings were scattered on the floor. Brody’s shirt and trousers... Brody woke up in a panic, feeling completely drained. What he saw when he opened his eyes was a magnified pretty face. There was a woman in his arms, and it was Leia. Leia was sleeping sweetly and looked content in his arms. Brody was taken back. He looked at the mess on the floor and smelled the musky scent in the air. As an adult, he knew what had happened between them. The scene of their intense and passionate night came to mind. He felt greatly satisfied. He did not expect that the gentle and polite-looking Leia was so wild in bed. Mm, it seemed that it was not the first time they had spent the night together... "Hmm..." Leia woke up from her sleep. When she saw Brody staring at her, she got up calmly and was not at all bothered that she was naked in front of him. Her body was full of scr
Bianca’s wedding dress was made by the world-renowned wedding dress designer, David. It was the only one in the world, featuring three-dimensional tailoring made by an exclusive soft white yarn. The pure white dress made Bianca's skin glow like snow. The wedding dress was inlaid with three-dimensional hollow roses and diamonds, which showed off her slender figure. She had the delicate look of a young girl and at the same time, the coquettish side and glamor of a woman. At a glance, the stunning bride gave off the aura of a stunning beauty. Bianca looked like an effortlessly beautiful oil painting. She stood quietly, looking so radiant and breathtaking. She attracted the eyes of all the guests and Luke. Bianca looked at the magnificent wedding venue through the veil. She knew that her husband had decorated the place to suit her preferences. She could not help but smile from the warmth and joy she felt. She looked in her husband’s direction and saw Lanie and Rain
The pastor who officiated their wedding was a respected foreign old man. He had an exceptionally kind face and demeanor. The pastor was around 50 years old. He had gray hair and wore a large blouse. He was wearing a bright-colored ribbon on his left arm and held a Bible in his hand. His expression was compassionate and peaceful. The pastor kindly looked at the loving couple who was in front of him. His mature voice was wise and gentle as he asked, "Mr. Luke Crawford, will you take Miss Bianca Rayne as your lawfully wedded wife? To spend your life with her according to the teachings of the Bible, be with her as one before God, to love her, comfort her, and take on the duty of a husband for life, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" Luke held Bianca's hand and answered without any hesitation, "I do!" The pastor maintained his grace and
As she watched Luke and Bianca exchange rings and kiss, Mavis could not help but bawl. She pressed her lips tightly to stop herself from weeping. It was useless. Although she did her best to cry quietly and even though the sound of music was louder than her sobs, the pea-sized tears on her cheeks were real. She knew that her ten-year crush on Luke had to come to an end. When a security guard saw Mavis, who was dressed weirdly and crying, he stepped forward and asked, "Miss, are you alright? Do you need help?" "Thank you, I'm fine." Mavis shook her head to signal to the bodyguard that she was fine. She felt as though her heart was in pieces as she sat down in the farthest seat. She continued to watch Luke and Bianca's wedding. The scene of their happiness was pure abuse for her, but Mavis could not control herself. Luke knew nothing about it. In his striking eyes, there seemed to be only Bianca—his gentle and gorgeous Bianca. The wedding
The extraordinarily lavish wedding ceremony lasted until close to midnight. The guests slowly dispersed, and the lively venue resumed its peace. Luke and Bianca decided to have their honeymoon at the castle on the water. In the dreamy night, a black Rolls Royce adorned with flowers drove silently along a path among the woods toward the fairytale-like ancient castle. Countless fireworks illuminated the night sky, opening and closing like gigantic umbrellas. Bianca sat in Luke's embrace, looking at the beautiful scenery through the car window. She was entirely mesmerized. A firework's life was short, but it would give a lasting impression beyond its lifespan. Life was like that too. They might encounter multiple obstacles that stood in their way, but as long as they held each other tightly, they would be able to shine like fireworks. Their future would be as bright and blissful as they made it to be. The Rolls Royce slowed to a halt in front of the entrance of the c
Luke smiled bewitchingly. There was a playful glint in his gentle gaze. He gazed at Bianca as though she were a priceless treasure. Suddenly, the man picked Bianca up in a bridal carry. "Let this king bathe you, my queen." Bianca could not help but chuckle. She did not expect that the usually serious man would indulge in role-play… "Shouldn't the queen bathe the king instead? That's what I see in the movies," Bianca joked. "If that is what my queen wishes. Thou shalt not go back on thy word." Luke glanced playfully at Bianca. Bianca covered her mouth and smiled. "Hmm, if I'm your queen, does it mean that you have a harem that I don't know?" "Thou art my only queen. My empire shalt only be shared with thee." He grinned wickedly, and his hands quickly relieved Bianca of her clothes and even her underwear. He carried her and stepped into the bathtub. The lavish bathroom was covered in mist, and the man did not attempt to hide his desires. Bianca almost could not breath
Luke knew that Bianca loved to look at the architecture of foreign countries, especially European architecture. That was why Luke decided to bring her there for the honeymoon. Three days later, a gigantic cruise ship docked at the port of Venice, Italy's famous "Floating City." Venice was full of history. Piazza San Marco, Palazzo Ducale, the opera house, and the basilica were the famous attractions that oozed culture and beauty. Tourists of many different countries were wandering the city. Piazza San Marco was the liveliest spot in Venice. It had been the social, religious, and political center of the city, and it was a must-visit landmark of the city. Surrounding the public square were many cafes, boutiques, and specialty stores that attracted visitors from different countries. Near the square was an open field with neatly trimmed grass, exquisite corridors, a beautiful musical fountain, and flocks of pure white pigeons. The musical fountain was surrounded by various sc
It was a beautiful woman about five-foot-seven in height. Her curly hair was dyed purple-red. She had the typical face of an internet celebrity -- big eyes, a tapered chin, apple-red lips, and puffy cheeks. She had heavy makeup on her face, though it was obvious that she had many hyaluronic acid injections. Her appearance made her stand out from the rest of the tour group. Bianca could tell that the woman was Hera Sanchez, her classmate in junior high. Hera was once the prom queen. She was quite different from how she looked in high school, but her overall shape did not change. Bianca remembered Hera very well because she used to be her bully. Bianca did not remember the names of the two young women next to her, but she remembered seeing them before. They were part of Hera's gang. Hera was hugging the arm of a plump middle-aged man and resting her head on that man's shoulder. The man was a full head shorter than Hera. His face was as round as a plate, and his eyes w