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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

At first, she froze, her mind blank with shock. But as he began to pull back, she reached out, clutching the front of his vest.

"Don't". She whispered, her voice barely audible.

Tyrell stilled, his eyes searching hers. "Don't what?"

"Don't pull away". She admitted, her cheeks flushing.

A slow smile spread across his face, and he cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand.

And this time, when he kissed her, she didn't resist. Instead, she leaned into him, her heart swelling with a joy she hadn't felt in years as she reciprocated the passionate kiss with an equally burning frevor.

The world around them seemed to fade, the sounds of the laughing girls in the living room becoming a distant hum and this time they could only feel themselves and nothing more.

The kitchen buzzed with a charged silence as Tyrell moved closer to Leila, his hands resting firmly but gently on her waist.

Confession II