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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

But Leila couldn't take it. She couldn't hear him right now, couldn't face him. The thought of him seeing her, of him truly seeing her, was too much. She didn't want to be pitied, didn't want his sympathy.

"Stop it please " She whispered, her voice barely audible, choked by tears. "Please. Just stop. You don't get it. I'm not like the other girls. I'm not pretty enough for you. I'm too... too much." She hated how her voice trembled, how weak she sounded. "You deserve better."

There was a long silence on the other end of the line with Leila's breathing grew shallow every second as she waited for him to respond, to tell her that it was all a mistake, that they could pretend this hadn't happened.

But when Tyrell finally spoke, it wasn't what she expected.

Perfection?