“Will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together in the holy covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her so long as you both shall live? If so, answer — I will."
"I will," the muscled glistening male before the young priest answers and smiles at his bride, feeling so enthusiastic because his plans are going swimmingly as he had planned them. Merely the thought of the things he was going to accomplish from his marriage to the bride before him sends chills through him as he keeps smiling sheepishly.
“Will you have this man to be your husband; to live together in the holy covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him so long as you both shall live? If so, answer — I will."
A deafening silence meets the words of the young priest as the charming gorgeous bride snaps her mouth shut and lowers her head as tears trickle down her cheeks in waves ruining her lovely makeup and rendering her a mess of herself.
"Why ain't she saying anything?"
"Isn't she happy that she's getting married to a billionaire hot guy like him?"
"Is she sobbing?"
"Perhaps she still loves her good for nothing ex that left her and ran away…"
"I'm sorry to say this but she's a fool if that's the case! I just wish I'm her...," The aesthetic attendees relaxing in the nave on their various couches start murmuring shamelessly without an ounce of care considering the fact that the bride might be hearing their babbles.
"Anything wrong young lady?" The young priest asks with both brows quirked disconcertingly.
All this while the heart of the groom keeps thumping rapidly. Beads of sweat suddenly appear all over his face and his pulse quickens. His lips keep moving in several directions but no word comes out.
He stares at her with misty eyes almost about to speak out but shuts his mouth when she raises her face to stare at him.
The bride noticing his expression shakes her head in declination, sniffing in the mucus that is beginning to drop out of her nose. "I will" she answers and gently wipes off her tears with her fingers.
'So happy my plans have once again continued!! I can't wait! Gosh, I can't wait!' The groom thinks, slightly raises his shoulders, and inwardly smirks.
"Good! Our bride just responded! Let the murmuring seize!"
The murmurings seize at the holler of the young priest and everywhere becomes silent as if in a graveyard. The young priest having put the murmurings to order glances at the bride and clears his throat.
"Now, you will say whatever I say after I'm done young lady, and put your name where you should. So goes to you young man. I, ____, take you, ____, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."
The bride stares at him, at her husband-to-be, and as well at her parents who were sitting not just far from her with smiles on their faces and sighs. She breathes in and out several times before clearing her throat.
"I, Juliet Pearson, take you, Brooks Miller, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part" she whispers with tears in her eyes and with an aching heart but instead of showing compassion, the attendees begin clapping and cheering her turning blind eyes to her tears.
The young priest waves at them and just as in the first the cheering ceases and everywhere becomes calm. "Go on Brooks. Make your confession."
He smiles as if he has been waiting for it and clears his throat. "I, Brooks Miller, take you, Juliet Pearson, to be my lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."
The face of the young priest stretches into a radiating smile and he takes the rings from the hands of the ring bearer then raises them above his head. "Though small in size, these rings are large in significance. Made of precious metal, they remind us that love is not cheap, nor common; indeed love is to be cherished…," he halts, stares at them, and continues. "While saying this, exchange your rings; With this ring, I thee wed."
He hands the rings to them a few minutes later and waves at them to go on.
From the western door, just immediately Brooks is about to put the given ring on his bride's finger, a figure walks into the church — It's a man, a gold-colored long soft silky haired man who has the face of an Adonis with eyes as deep as the deep blue sea currently storming with a glare. He's handsome and gorgeous, apparently two inches taller than six ft, barrel-chested, and due to his tightly tattered top one can easily figure out that he works out with his overbearing six-packs. As his legs draw on the tiled floor noisily, all eyes turn to him including that of the priest, and the couple.
The man looks fray, yet he manages to garner the attention of everyone around.
The eyes of the attendees, her parents, Juliet, and even the priest widen at the very sight of him and they swallow lumps of spittle. Their mouths water as they stare at him keep moving and their pulse quickens. Just a stare at him sends electric shivers through them and makes them adjust in their seats.
"Is that really him…"
"He looks so huge and scary now…"
"Has he been training…"
"Doesn't matter though, he's still an asshole..."
"I can't believe he came back after everything…"
"What is he even doing here…"
"Look at how he is…"
"He's still poor and wretched…"
"They should throw him out cause he has no shame…"
The huge man that just walked in chuckles at the sound of their murmurings and without saying anything starts strolling towards Juliet who has suddenly turned so pale that she was now more like a white sheet of paper.
"Lucien" Juliet breathes and rushes to him, stopping him mid-way.
She traces her hands all over his face to his neck down to his chest as if she is seeing a ghost and tears can't stop trickling down her cheeks.
"It's really you! It's really you Lucien! You came back! You came back!" she whimpers and abruptly faints dropping into his open arms.
"Juliet!" Her parents wail in heavy breaths at what just happened and place their hands over their mouths. They scramble to Lucien with eyes so gloomy that he would have dropped dead if they happened to be revolvers. Her dad jerks away Juliet from his grip without an utterance and glares at him.The brows of the attendees rise as they stare keenly to know what will happen next so that they can have something to murmur about."I mean no harm, Mr. Santiago. I just came to take back what rightfully belongs to me." Lucien says and smiles up at him not flinching a bit even though he could see how gravely they are glaring at him.If there's one thing he's learned over the years in the training ground that'll be to never be afraid of anything confronting him cause there'll always be a way out.Mr. Santiago as he called him stares at him from head to toe and strolls out with Juliet in his arms without saying anything or even acting like he could see anyone.
"We certainly need to darling but that's not now. Our daughter first." Mr. Santiago replies and starts the car but his brows rise when he raises his face and sees Lucien standing in front of the car. "Get out of the way asshole!" He yells and whines down his front vent glass."I'm not leaving here until you open the back door for me to enter Mr. Santiago!" Lucien yells back and still stands where he is."Go on baby. Run him through. After all, he's of no use to us."Mr. Santiago shakes his head at his wife's words and trips off the car. "We need to take Juliet to the hospital, Lucien! Get the fuck out of the way!"Lucien chuckles and shakes his head. "It will be so bad of me if I don't join you guys so that I can know how she's faring Mr. Santiago."Just as Lucien finishes talking Brooks walks into the scene having a scowl on his face.He glances at Lucien, clenches his fist, and scurries to him. "Why the hell did you disrupt my wedding!" He
The journey to Glistening Royal Hospital takes just a few minutes for the cab driver as he pulls over a huge white-colored building and that leaves Lucien who had just relaxed a few minutes ago with the thoughts that the journey just started in awe. He looks at the so huge building not just twice but thrice and stares back at the cab driver who has been staring at him all this time while playing with his keys and at the same time waiting for his pay. "Are you sure we are in the right place, Sir?" He implores softly and once again takes a peek at the building before staring back. "I'm sorry to say but this place looks more like a hotel than a hospital." The cab driver laughs out loud to the extent that tears start trickling down his cheeks. Lucien curls his brows at him. "And what's funny about what I just said?" "Everything is." He retorts and laughs once more. "Who doesn't know the no.1 Americans biggest hospital 'Glistening Royal Hospital?' A wretched fellow like you I guess." He
"Poor hand. It must be hurting so badly right now. Do you mind if I help you massage it?" He stretches his hand towards her but she shoves it away and glares at him."Stop playing silly jokes with me asshole and tell me why you're here!""You should already know why I'm here mio caro so tell me what I want to know."The receptionist creases her brows and twists her mouth. "I just can't believe this" she laughs. "You're here to see Juliet?" She asks just to be sure she's thinking right.He shrugs and nods not feeling like saying anything."A poor wretched fellow like you wants to see Juliet? And to think you're even the reason she's lying there right now pisses me off. You sure have a lot of gut though. I can't even believe she once had something to do with you. Urgh! So disgusting!"Lucien chuckles and his face for the very first time stretches into a mischievous grin. "At least I'm way better than you in so many ways." He says, strolls clos
"You are awake?" His eyes widen and he adjusts on his seat as his eyes peer tenderly on her and in a whiff he forgets all she earlier babbled.Juliet scoffs and rolls her eyes at him and sighs softly patting her aching head tenderly. "I've been awake for a long time now thinking about several things Lucien. And the most painful part of them is you! I thought you dead! And to be honest you are the last soul I want to see right now because I hate you so fucking much! I deeply do!" She pats her head trying so hard to hold back her tears but it flows freely down her cheeks.He lowers his head as her words cut him so deeply and stretch his hand to hold her but she shoves it away and glares at him. "I didn't mean to leave Juliet. You were there years ago when your dad said all the things he said to me. You...""And so fucking what!" She barks interrupting him and groans out as the aching in her head intensifies due to her scream. He tries to hold her but she scowls at
Back in Royal hospital after watching Lucien leave with scary eyes, Mr. Santiago and his wife Mrs. Avery both run into Juliet's ward to see if she was hurt by that poor thing, so they ask their daughter Juliet if she is okay. "Princess are you alright? Did he hurt you again? what did he say to you darling?" She doesn't say a word but instead, she just closes her eyes. They irritate her right now, she can't bear to say a word because her thoughts are not hers at the moment. She just couldn't possibly understand the fact that Lucien came back after all this time. 'After all these years he just shows up out of the blue?' Thoughts like that cloud her mind that having her parents all over her isn't what she needs right now. She just needs to be alone. It wasn't long after closing her eyes, she fell asleep. The Pearsons leave the room so she can sleep in a quiet and conducive atmosphere. They go to the counter to make payments but what happens takes them all by surprise. "I'm sor
"What! What do you mean by that? How was he released?" "Someone from the high ups called me. I had no choice but to let him go, else I won't be much of a sheriff any longer." Immediately the sheriff says that, he hangs up and Mr. Santiago throws away his cell phone and it smashes against the wall. Mrs. Avery rushes into the room at the sound of the noise and her eyes widen sighting the shattered phone on the floor. "What's wrong Love, talk to me, please. Will you?" She stares softly at him. "It's the sheriff, he just told me that Lucien is out of jail." "How is that? How could he go scot-free? Like, who could possibly be that person who released him? Did the sheriff say anything about that?" "I didn't get to ask about that due to my emotions hun, you can see, can't you?" He holds his chest as he starts breathing rapidly. "No Santiago. Please don't do this, you are hyperventilating right now. Take a deep breath Love" Mrs. Avery rushes to him while tears tend to overwhelm her. Sh
The Pearsons all run after the man that just barged into their mansion. "What sort of nonsense is this?!" Mrs. Avery yells as she sees Lucien sitting on her expensive couch, his legs crossed as he grins at them while fiddling with his fingers. "How dare you come into my house, you filthy piece of garbage!" Mr. Santiago barks, staring daggers at the young man before him. Juliet comes in at that moment, Brianna rushing after her. Her eyes land on the handsome man seated on the couch, grinning at her parents. "Lucien, What are you doing?" She half yells as she glares at him. "My love" Lucien calls out as he stands up, approaching her with a smile on his face. His hands reach out to hold on to hers. Juliet furiously slaps away his hands as she glares at him. "Don't you dare touch me, Lucien! What sort of nonsense is this? What do you think you're doing?" "Darling, this Lucien is good for nothing!" Mrs. Avery cries out. "He's just come back to ruin our lives!" "Get the fuck out of