Marriage By Mistake | āœ“

By writtenbycristal

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šŸ¢šŸ¢ | š–³š—š–¾š—’ š–¢š–ŗš—…š—… š–§š–¾š—‹ š–«š–ŗ š–£š—‚š–ŗš–»š—…š–ŗ
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šŸ¢šŸ© | š–øš—ˆš—Ž'š—š–¾ š–¦š—ˆš—š—š–¾š—‡ š–Ŗš—‚š–½š—‡š–ŗš—‰š—‰š–¾š–½ š–”š–¾š–暝—ˆš—‹š–¾?
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šŸ£šŸ¢ | š–¶š–¾ š–”š–¾š–¼š–ŗš—†š–¾ š– š—…š—…š—‚š–¾š—Œ . . . š–“š—‡š—š—‚š—… š–¶š–¾ š–¶š–¾š—‹š–¾š—‡'š—
šŸ£šŸ£ | š–¶š—š—ˆ š–Øš—Œ š–²š—š–¾?
šŸ£šŸ¤ | š–¬š–ŗš—’š–»š–¾ š–øš—ˆš—Ž š–²š—š—ˆš—Žš—…š–½ š–”š—ˆš—š— š–³š–ŗš—„š–¾ š–³š—š–ŗš— š– š–½š—š—‚š–¼š–¾
šŸ£šŸ„ | š–¬š–¾, š–¬š—’š—Œš–¾š—…š–æ š– š—‡š–½ š–Ø
šŸ£šŸ¦ | š–«š–ŗ š–£š—‚š–ŗš–»š—…š–ŗ: š–³š—š–¾ š–¬š–ŗš—š–¼š—š—†š–ŗš—„š–¾š—‹
šŸ£šŸ§ | š–¤š—… š–¢š–¾š—‡š—š—‹š—ˆ š–¢š–ŗš—Œš—š—‚š—…š—…š—ˆ š–¬š–ŗš–暝—‚š–ŗ š–”š–ŗš—…š—…
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šŸ£šŸ© | š–³š–¾ š–¤š—‘š—š—‹š–ŗš—‡Ģƒš–¾ š–«š—‚š—š—š—…š–¾ š–£š—‚š–ŗš–»š—…š–ŗ
šŸ£šŸŖ | š–³š—š–¾š—’ š–§š–ŗš—š–¾ š–  š–²š–¾š–¼š—ˆš—‡š–½ š–£š–ŗš—Žš—€š—š—š–¾š—‹?
šŸ£šŸ« | š–Øš—‡ š–³š—š–¾ š–¤š—‡š–½, š–Ø'š—…š—… š– š—…š—š–ŗš—’š—Œ š–¶š—‚š—‡
šŸ¤šŸ¢ | š–¤š—Œš—š—‹š–¾š—…š—…š–ŗ š–§š–ŗš—Œ š–„š—‚š—€š—Žš—‹š–¾š–½ š–Øš— š–®š—Žš—, š–§š–ŗš—Œš—‡'š— š–²š—š–¾?
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šŸ¤šŸ¤ | š–Ø'š—…š—… š–¤š—‘š—‰š—…š–ŗš—‚š—‡ š–¤š—š–¾š—‹š—’š—š—š—‚š—‡š—€ š–²š—ˆš—ˆš—‡, š–Ø š–Æš—‹š—ˆš—†š—‚š—Œš–¾
šŸ¤šŸ„ | š–³š—š–¾š—‹š–¾'š—Œ š–­š—ˆ š–¶š–ŗš—’ š–øš—ˆš—Ž'š—‹š–¾ š–«š–ŗ š–£š—‚š–ŗš–»š—…š–ŗ
šŸ¤šŸ¦ | š–³š—š–¾ š–³š—‹š—Žš—š—
šŸ¤šŸ§ | š–³š—š—‚š—Œ š–¢š–ŗš—‡'š— š–”š–¾ š–§š–ŗš—‰š—‰š–¾š—‡š—‚š—‡š—€
šŸ¤šŸØ | š–­š—ˆ š–¬š—ˆš—‹š–¾ š–µš—‚š—‹š—€š—‚š—‡ š–«š—‚š—‰š—Œ
šŸ¤šŸ© | š–„š—‹š–¾š—‡š–¼š— š–³š—ˆš–ŗš—Œš—
šŸ¤šŸŖ | š– š—…š—… š–±š—‚š—Œš–¾
šŸ¤šŸ« | š–³š—š–¾ š–¬š—ˆš—‹š–ŗš—…š–¾š—Œ š–¬š–ŗš–暝—‚š–ŗ š–¶š—‚š—…š—… š–§š–¾š—…š—‰
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šŸ„šŸ£ | š–Ø š–«š—ˆš—š–¾ š–øš—ˆš—Ž ā™”
šŸ„šŸ¤ | š–³š–¾š—…š—… š–¬š–¾ š–³š—š–¾ š–Æš—…š–ŗš—‡
šŸ„šŸ„ | š–¶š—š—’ š–£š—‚š–½š—‡'š— š–øš—ˆš—Ž š–³š–¾š—…š—… š–“š—Œ?
šŸ„šŸ¦ | š–¢š—ˆš—Žš—‡š— š–“š—Œ š–Øš—‡
šŸ„šŸ§ | š–£š–¾š—Œš—š—‹š—ˆš—’ š–Øš— . . . š–£š–¾š—Œš—š—‹š—ˆš—’ š–Øš— š– š—…š—…
šŸ„šŸØ | š–³š—š–¾š—…š—š–¾ š–§š—ˆš—Žš—‹š—Œ š–“š—‡š—š—‚š—… š–²š—Žš—‡š—‹š—‚š—Œš–¾
šŸ„šŸ© | š–«š–¾š— š–¬š–¾ š–£š—‚š—Œš—š—‹š–ŗš–¼š— š–øš—ˆš—Ž ā™”
šŸ„šŸŖ | š–­š—‚š—€š—š— š–®š—Žš— š–Øš—‡ š–³š—š–¾ š–¢š—‚š—š—’
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šŸ¦šŸ¢ | š–®š—‡š–¾ š–¬š—ˆš—‡š—š— š– š—‡š—‡š—‚š—š–¾š—‹š—Œš–ŗš—‹š—’ ā™”
šŸ¦šŸ£ | š–¶š–ŗš—‡š— š–³š—ˆ š–³š–ŗš—€ š– š—…š—ˆš—‡š—€?
šŸ¦šŸ¤ | š–Æš—…š–¾š–ŗš—Œš–¾ š–£š—ˆš—‡'š— š–¬š–ŗš—„š–¾ š–¬š–¾ š–£š—ˆ š–³š—š—‚š—Œ
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šŸ¦šŸ§ | š–Ø'š—† š–¢š–ŗš—‹š—‹š—’š—‚š—‡š—€ š–§š—‚š—Œ š–§š–¾š—‚š—‹
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šŸ¢šŸ„ | š–§š–¾š—…š—…š—ˆ, š–«š—ˆš—š–¾

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By writtenbycristal

❝ 𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 ❞

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"Odette, for the last fucking time, I am not wearing that white dress!" I shove the dress back at Odette. She keeps telling me to wear a white dress, the thing is, I would wear it if it weren't so fucking see through. "Plus shouldn't it be the bride to be that should be wearing a white dress?" I ask.

"That's for the wedding but-"

"Odette, if it weren't so see through, I would wear it." I get up and walk over to my suitcase and pull out a black mini dress that's off the shoulder and has a cut nearing the top of the boob area. I pair it with black heels that have rhinestones on the strap and have a slight platform to them. I also straighten my hair and afterwards, I do natural eye makeup and finish it off with my signature matte red lip and add my favorite strong scent of vanilla.

Also the same vanilla scent I wore on my kill yesterday. "Odette! I'm ready!" I yell as I walk back into the room. I see Odette putting some things in her purse. "Damn look at you sis!" I say with a smile.

She's wearing an emerald colored off the shoulder ruched dress, pairing it along with dark green strappy heels. Her hair is curled and also has natural makeup going on. "Thank you Serenity and don't you look stunning as well! Who are you trying to kill tonight? No pun intended."

I let out a laugh. "Well lucky for you, I had Cass and Ryan cancel any kills I was going to do tonight just so I can attend this bachelorette party at the club." I say as I double check everything in my purse.

I make sure to have a knife and gun in every purse anytime I go out because you never know.

Odette and I then left the hotel room and made our way to the elevator. "Speaking of- what club is it that we're going to?" I ask.

"El Centro Castillo." My eyes slowly grow wide as I look at her. "Which also happened to be the club where the dog was seen."

I raise an eyebrow before realizing she's saying it like that because the elevator may have cameras and may somehow hear which can end up name being caught.

We finally make it outside the hotel and Odette calls a cab. Now we're just waiting. "Well if my client said they got the body as soon as I sent the address then it should be safe for me."

"Serenity, you're La Diabla. You never get caught. And if you do then you will always get away with it. But if you get caught as Bianca, then you have me."

"You're right." I told her.

"Damn straight I am. Now just let loose because we will be having so much fun tonight!"

"We will, won't we."

A few minutes later, our cab came and took us to El Centro Castillo.

"Samuel, please tell me you've got at least a lead on this Blake Levitt guy. I don't care how fucking small! Just give me something!"

I've been after this Blake Levitt for a fucking year now and I have not gotten one damn lead on the guy. Just when we get a lead, he always manages to slip through our fingers. "Also can you three-" I point to Grayson, my best friend, Jayden, one who works in dealing with the weapons and Samuel, who works as a hacker. "Tell me why the fuck I have $500,000 missing from my account?!

"Which one of you is gonna tell him? Because it wasn't my idea." Jayden says.

"Wasn't mine either. I've been up day and night looking for Blake Levitt." Samuel adds.

They both end up looking at Grayson.

"IhiredanassasintohuntdownandkillBlakeLevitt." Grayson quickly says.

"Say that a little faster for me, would you Gray?" I sarcastically say.

Grayson takes the last gulp of his drink and takes a deep breath and looks at me. "I hired an assassin to hunt down and kill Blake Levitt. But before you say anything- I only hired her yesterday and it took her only a day to find and kill him! Look, you can even call Natalie right now, she's on the jet on her way to Albania to drop off Levitt's body to Roman Miles!"

"I don't need to call Natalie because I know you'll only bring her up when you're telling the truth. What I'd like to know is who the hell you hired that was able to track him down in only a day and kill him?!" I ask and finish my drink and order another.

"Ever heard of La Diabla?" Jayden asks.

"Yeah, I have. She's that badass assassin and illegal underground fighter." I take a sip and quickly swallow it and look at Grayson. "Wait you did not-"

"He sure did." Samuel says with a grin.

"How the hell was she able to get you to be her client? From what I hear she's really hard to be able to get her attention and take you as a client." I say.

"Apparently she loves killing people who we've been hunting down for so long. In her words she finds it amusing." Grayson says.

"Honestly it's hot. A woman being an assassin and an underground fighter? I'd love to meet her." I was just able to finish my sentence when I saw a stunning girl walking in the club doors.

Wearing a black long sleeve dress that shows off her curves and long black hair. What drew my attention was her bold red lip color and chocolate brown eyes. I don't know what it is about her but I knew I had to get to know her.

There's something about her that I can't quite grasp but I intend to uncover it.

I've been watching Odette's friends take shots right after the other. I would join them but they're being so loud and annoying with their squeaking and 'cheers to getting married in a few days!'

Odette is currently acting like she's taking shots with them, but in reality, she's taking shots with me. "Serenity, I swear they are not this bad when we go out. I think it's just the wedding that's making them act like this."

"I can tell."

"Serenity, don't make it obvious but there's a really good looking man looking at you right now and-"

I obviously did not listen to her when she said not to make it obvious because I quickly turned around to see whoever was looking at me.

Well I'll be damned. He is a good looking man.

I give him an up and down look and give him a wink and smirk before turning back at my sister. "Serenity, what part do you not get about not being obvious?!"

"I'm a bold move kind of girl. Plus he is good looking so why not." I say with a smile.

A second later, the bartender slides a drink towards me. "What is this?" I ask, unaware of the drink sitting in front of me.

"It's called Greyhound. Made with grapefruit juice and vodka, topped with a slice of grapefruit." The bartender informs me.

"Wait, I didn't order this." I told the bartender.

"I know." She says before pointing at the same man that was looking at me and who is still looking at me. "He did."

"Odette, could you pass me a straw?" Odette reaches over and grabs a straw and hands it to me.

"Thank you." I take a sip. "Holy shit. Odette try this, it's delicious!"

"Let me see." I slide the drink over to her and she takes the straw and sips the pink, almost orange colored drink. "Damn, it is delicious."

I continued drinking while making eye contact every now and then with the man sitting across the bar. He really can't keep his eyes off of me.

At this point I'm basically already done with the drink he gifted me and gave Odette the last bit for her to finish. I looked back up and noticed the man wasn't sitting in the same spot anymore. "Um S-Bianca?" I hear Odette call out my fake name and I turn around.

She looks to the right of her before looking back at me again. I see it's the same man that has been eyeing me since I came here. "Hello love." He says.

"Hey." I replied. I noticed his eyes wandering down my chest and noticed him staring at my cleavage. "My eyes are up here, love." I say, emphasizing the word 'love.'

"My apologies. I hope you enjoyed the drink I gave you."

"I actually did. It was delicious." I say.

"Well as a thank you, would you like to dance?" He asks.

"Of course. But it will not be as a thank you. I'll think about it though." I say with a smirk.

"Of course love."

—the next morning—

Fuck.

My head is throbbing so fucking bad. What the fuck even happened last night?

All I remember is going to go dance with a man and- I look up and see I'm not in the hotel room I'm sharing with Odette.

Fuck.

I look over and see it's the same man I danced with.

Please don't tell me I did what I think I did.

I notice a huge rock on my left hand and hold it closer to my face to let my eyes adjust to it.

Is this a wedding ring?!

What the fuck did I get myself into last night.

┈┈┈┈┈┈ · ꕥ · ┈┈┈┈┈┈

Okay so before y'all come after my heads thinking I left it off without the smut.

I PROMISE THEY DIDNT DO ANYTHING.

yet . . .

cristal (11/09/21)

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Ronnie thought nothing could go wrong in her life until her family disappears one day and her life starts to spiral downwards. To be able to survive...