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The cathedral was a stunning sight, adorned with exquisite floral decorations that did nothing but added to it's grandeur.

"We are here today," The priest began, his tone rich and commanding. "To witness the union of Manuel and Yvette in holy matrimony".

"Before we proceed, if there is anyone here who knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace"
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"I object!".

 " On what grounds do you object, young man?".

This marriage cannot proceed as it would be unlawful. A married woman cannot marry again not when I , her husband is still hale and healthy".


   Yvette Jasmin, a rising and well-known actress was over the moon about her upcoming wedding.

She flew to Paris for her bachelorette party with her friends, however while drunk she haphazardly married an unknown guy who turns out to be her Brother-in-law, the man who had secretly harbored feelings for her for decades. But now entangled, he couldn't help it.

Crashing her wedding was another thing, possessively claiming her was another. Whosoever wanted to get to her would have to pass through this wife slave husband.

LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law

The soft glow of the fairy lights casting a warm halo around them as they talked late into the night, their laughter and whispers filling the room as they couldn't bear to separate from each other, not even for a moment.

And for Yvette, she felt like the holiday was more than just a break from work, it was a chance to reconnect with the person she loved most.

And as she rested her head on his shoulder, she knew that this was where she was meant to be and couldn't wait to conclude filming so they could be together without being away from each other for so long again.

The blinding morning sun filtered through the light curtains in Leila's cozy apartment, casting a warm glow on the room.

She stretched and yawned as she stepped into the kitchen, her hair tied up in a loose bun. She was about to start cooking breakfast when she heard the soft patter of footsteps behind her.

Dinner