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y0urm4m · 16 days

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No time to die ch.1

Warnings: smoking, swearing, arranged marriage, alcohol consumption, weapons, blood, arguing, possible smut, fighting.(This includes all parts!!)

Summary: What will happen when two strangers with awful backstories are forced into an arranged marriage but one is seeking revenge.

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There I sat cross legged, on my father’s plush leather couch in his office. Cigarette in hand. His little ‘body guards’ standing by the door. “So why did you call me in here?” I asked, exhaling the smoke. “Would you put that stupid thing out, you know I don’t like it when you do that.” He sighed, motioning towards the cigarette. I rolled my eyes, putting it out in his ashtray. “You’re a bit hypocritical, I’m not a little girl any more.” I said, crossing my arms. “Anyways, I called you in here as we need to have a serious conversation.” He said, nodding at the men letting them leave. I never really cared about getting to know their names as it would be different men by next week. “Carry on.” I replied, completely uninterested. “Well you know how much danger you can be in once you turn twenty-one and I couldn’t let that happen, so the last time I was in a meeting I had a chat with a few people and sorted something out.” He explained, sipping on his whiskey. “I don’t get your point.” I snorted, raising my eyebrow slightly. “My point is, you’ll be getting married next week as we needed it to be as soon as possible,” He responded, smiling. “I’ve met him and you would both be a perfect match.” He added, re-filling his glass.

There was no way he was forcing me to get married to a man I’d never met in my life.

“Wait, that’s unfair. I’ve never even met him and we’re getting married in a week.” I explained, standing up to walk out. “Don’t be like that y/n, you know I’m only trying to protect you.” He remarked also arising from his seat. “If you really wanted to protect me you wouldn’t have done any of the things you’ve done and mom would still be here!” I shouted, opening his office door. As the door opened I saw my dad give the men a look and with that the two of them were gripping onto my wrists. “Get off of me.” I screamed, kicking my legs slightly. “I’m sorry sweetheart, everything I’ve ever done has been for you.” He sighed emphasising the ‘for you’. “You haven’t done shit for me, if I was ever in danger it would be because of you,” I disagreed, my face shining with disgust. “I. Fucking. Hate. You.” I spat, and with that I felt myself being dragged to my bedroom, the door being slammed shut behind me.

How could he do this to me, after everything he has put me through these past 13 years. I was forced to grow up, because of him. My mom died, because of him.

Flash back:

I was awoken to a loud crashing noise from downstairs, I slowly slid out of my bed, tiptoeing down the creaky steps. There my mother stood screaming in my father’s face. “I told you to not bring that shit in my house.” She shouted, pushing him back. “I never wanted to but I had to for yours and y/n safety!” He shouted back, looking behind him. I was just to far up the stairs to the point where I couldn’t see who he was looking at.

The next thing I knew, there my mom was, her limp body on the floor. Pools of blood surround her. “Mom!” I screamed, running down the stairs hugging her lifeless body. “Y/n?!” My dad gasped, pulling me away from her. “Daddy what did you do to mom?” I asked, my breathing patterns speeding up rapidly. “Nothing baby, don’t worry about it. Go back upstairs please, I’ll be up in a second.” He told me, ushering me up the stairs.

End of flash back:

That was the last I saw of my mom, he told me she went to live with my aunt and obviously with my youthful and young mind I wouldn’t have understood until recently.

I sighed, sliding down the side of my door. How could he do this especially behind my back, I was supposed to be ‘his little princess’ although I know for a fact I wasn’t, the only reason I’m still alive is because I’m ‘blood’.

Which was one of the biggest lies I’d ever heard. Blood only ever makes you related. Trust, love and loyalty makes you family.

— I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, not even leaving to eat. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about yesterday and all the events that had occurred, but I just have to get through all this. I was brought out of thought by someone knocking on my door. “Y/n?” My dad called out through the door. “What do you want?” I asked, sitting up from where I laid. “You’ll be meeting some of the your fiancé’s family today.” He said softly, my eyes widened. “I don’t even know his name.” I shouted back, standing up and heading straight for my bedroom door. “You’ll soon find out, now get ready.” He told me, leaving me confused as he walked down the hallway back to his office.

I rushed over to my closet, picking out the most presentable but comfortable clothes I could, shoving them on.

I just had to get married and make my dad happy.

“You can do this.” I whispered to myself as I walked out of my room towards where my dad stood. He was on the phone, as per usual. “I’m ready, I’ll be downstairs.” I whispered in his ear, heading towards the stairs. He turned to look at me nodding as I walked downstairs.

I was immediately greeted by one of my fathers ‘big bad bodyguards’, who was pointing towards the car. I slid into the backseat, patiently waiting for my dad to make his way to the car. After roughly 15 minutes he had finally got into the car. The car immediately started, as we made our way to the restaurant. “Put your foot on it Darren, we’re going to be late.” My dad told the man driving us, he almost immediately sped up swerving through traffic.

I stared out the window, looking at all the shops and buildings we passed. “Where are we actually going?” I asked, looking slightly at my dad. “Just a restaurant, we’re almost there anyways.” He replied, looking down at his phone. I rolled my eyes, his phone was practically glued to his hand you’d think he was a teenage girl by the way he doesn’t leave the house without it.

As we continued passing people, buildings and other cars, two people caught my eye. It was a man and a little girl. They were walking down the street eating ice cream, they both looked so happy.

Why couldn’t me and my dad have that bond together?

— We slowly approached a small restaurant, which was filled with people; mainly middle aged men and women. “Come on then we’re already late as it is.” My dad said, patting my shoulder as he got out of the car. I slid out the car door, walking next to him as we entered the restaurant. “Can I know his name now?” I asked, looking at my dad. “I guess so,” He sighed. “His name is Chris and I expect you to show him and his family the most utter respect, okay.” He smiled, as I nodded.

“Good afternoon, have you guys got a reservation?” The waiter asked, looking down at the paper placed in front of them. “Yes, yes we have. The last name should be sturniolo.” He replied, looking at his watch. “Great, everyone else is already here so follow me and I’ll grab you guys some more menus.” The waiter said, leading us over to the table.

As we made our way to the table I was greeted with, 5 people. 3 in which all looked very similar in age and looks. An older lady immediately stood up walking towards me. “You must be y/n, I’ve heard so much about you.” She said, kissing my cheeks. I smiled, as the others greeted me and my dad. One boy in particular kept his gaze on mine. “If you couldn’t tell we’re triplets,” One of the boys said. “I’m Nick.” He added, bumping the one who sat on his left’s shoulder. “Oh uh I’m Matt.” The other chimed in, smiling. “And that’s Chris, anyways feel free to sit down.” Nick said, pointing towards a chair. I sat on the chair, looking at my dad who was already deep into a conversation. “So why don’t you tell us more about yourself.” The lady said, sipping from her drink. I bit my cheek slightly, looking at Chris and back down. “Why don’t I start, I’m Nick, I’m 20, I’m a triplet obviously and I really enjoy photography!” He said, smiling at me. “Uh well, I’m y/n and I.” I started speaking, when my dad ;who was now staring holes into my face, caught my attention.

“Why don’t we talk about the wedding.” My dad said abruptly changing the subject as he turned to look at Chris. “Right yes the wedding, aren’t you excited!” Nick said, giddily. “She is indeed, we’ve been discussing it a lot recently.” My dad butted in before I could begin to speak. I sighed, looking down at the water in front of me. “Chris are you happy?” Matt asked, nudging his brother’s shoulder. “What- oh- uh yes I am and it’s been wonderful meeting my wife to be.” He said, fake smiling. I could tell by the rest of his body language that he wasn’t genuinely happy or interested in the current conversation. “Well i was hoping we could go shopping and look at dresses tomorrow, but only if you’d like to.” The lady asked, grinning at me. “I’m sure she’d love to. Wouldn’t you?” My dad replied, looking at me. I nodded my head. “Yes, of course I would.” Just then my dad’s phone started ringing, who looked down at who was calling. “I’m sorry this is important, I’ll be back in a second.” He said, walking outside of the restaurant. “So what kind of dresses do you plan on looking at,” Nick asked. “Oh before you say, we wouldn’t want to spoil anything for Chris you’ll just have to tell us tomorrow.” He added, smiling at Chris who’s attention was now on his phone.

I sat talking with them and eating the food we had ordered whilst I waited patiently for my dad to return from his ‘important call’. “y/n!” Someone beckoned out to me, I turned to look. It was my dad and he wasn’t happy. “We need to leave now, something happened it’s important.” He told me, as I shot up grabbing my stuff. “It was nice meeting you all, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said waving as I left the restaurant. “What was that about?” I asked, frowning at my dad. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. We just urgently need to get home,” He replied, getting back into the car as I also slid into the car. “Oh Nick asked me to give you his number by the way.” “Okay, I’ll message him now.” I replied, pulling out my phone.

Hi my dad said you wanted me to have your number

Yes I wanted to talk about what time your going wedding shopping tomorrow

I honestly don’t know but i’d love if you’d come with me

I was hoping you’d ask me that

I giggled earning a frown from my dad. “What are you giggling about?” He asked, looking at my phone. “I was just talking to Nick about tomorrow.” I replied, looking back down at my phone. “Oh right, well I’ll get Darren to drop and pick you up tomorrow.” He said, Darren nodding in response as he focused on driving us home.

— We finally made it home, my dad heading straight to his office whereas I headed straight to my room to message Nick.

Me and Nick ended up talking for hours on end about anything and everything. It was as if we’d known each other for years. The connection me and Nick already had was all my 8 year old self would have dreamed for after all I’d never had a best friend because my dad had insisted for me to get homeschooled meaning I never got the chance to meet people.

Maybe this whole ‘arranged marriage’ wasn’t going to be so bad after all. I just had to get to know Chris and Matt more.

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A/N: how we feeling about this so far, took me forever to write even though it’s short but this is just the start!!

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y0urm4m · 7 days

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No time to die ch.4

Warnings: smoking, swearing, arranged marriage (it is consensual so don’t come for me!!), alcohol consumption, weapons, blood, arguing,smut, fighting.(This includes all parts!!)

Summary: What will happen when two strangers with awful backstories are forced into an arranged marriage but one is seeking revenge.

A/N: FINALLY IVE ADDED SMUT!! (If your not interested in reading it just scroll but I’m a thirsty biatch so you just know I had to add smut 😽) plus y’all deserved smut for how long it took me to frickin upload!!

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After saying goodbye to Matt and Nick, me and Chris had finally turned up at the hotel.

We booked a last minute room and headed straight to the room.

— i sighed, flopping down on the bed. “Do you need some help taking your shoes off?” Chris asked, motioning towards the uncomfortable shoes situated on my feet. “Please.” I said, running my hand through my hair as he bent down on his knees, sliding the shoe off my foot.

I looked down, his eyes on mine as he slid the other off my foot. “Thank you.” I smiled, giving him a light kiss on the top of his head. In return he gave me a kiss back but this time on the lips.

It was a soft kiss at first but as I pulled back, Chris smashed his lips back into mine as we slowly moved back. Our bodies pressed together lustfully as I bumped into the wall, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together. My heart rate picked up as the kiss deepened, I ran my hand through his soft, brunette strands of hair.

Chris pulled back, brushing my hair over my shoulder as he brought his lips down towards the nape of my neck leaving soft but passionate kisses all over my neck. “I need you.” I whined as he pulled away from my neck. “Are you sure?” He asked, toying with the material of my dress. “Mhm,” I replied. “First will you help me with the dress, I wouldn’t want to ruin it.” I added, turning around.

He undid the dress as it slid off of my body, his finger tips still lingering on my skin as I stepped out of the dress.

I turned around to face him, our lips almost immediately finding each other once again. I felt quite bare compared to Chris, considering that I was in my undergarments and he was still in all his clothes. Impatiently I began undoing his shirt which caused Chris to chuckle at my impatience as he pulled his shirt off.

“Get on the bed for me, ma.” He said, patting the bottom of my ass. I nodded, crawling onto the bed. I propped myself on my elbows, waiting for Chris to join me. He discarded his trousers eventually joining me on the bed immediately pulling me back in for a kiss. His hands roaming my body, squeezing the plush of my skin here and there.

His hand finally reached where I needed him most, but hovered. “Please Chris.” I whined, moving my hips slightly. He chuckled, moving his fingertips slowly on my clit through my underwear. I shuddered at the immediate relief. “You’re already soaked.” He chuckled. He began teasing which lasted a few minutes before his pushed my panties to the side. He halted, looking at me.

“You sure you want this ma?” “Mhm, I’m sure.” I replied, looking back at him. In response he grinned, teasing my entrance with only one of his fingers. He slowly pushed his finger inside of me, causing me to whine at the slight burning sensation. “F-fuck.” I moaned as Chris pushed another finger inside easily. At first he kept the pace of his fingers, slow and steady.

“Mph- Chris.” I moaned. The more I moaned the more he desired and fantasied the feeling of himself inside of me. He picked up the pace, placing his other hand on my lower abdomen slightly pushing down.

I could feel the knot beginning to from in my stomach as my moans and whines grew louder. “I can feel you clenching around my fingers, you getting close ma.” Chris said, curling his fingers hitting the spongy part. “Mhm- please don’t stop.” I cried out as I began to topple over. Colour bloomed across my cheeks as the release I yearned for slowly came to an end.

“You did so well for me, ma.” He affirmed, pulling his fingers out of me. I looked down, they were covered in my juices and glistened under the dim hotel light. My eyes widened as Chris brought his juice covered fingers up to his own mouth, cleaning them off and pulling them out, which made a popping sound.

He then brought his lips to mine, giving me soft, sensual kisses. My hand began roaming his body: from his chest down to his evidently painful bulge. I slowly palmed him which made him groan into the kiss. I brought my other hand to his hair, softly pulling on the strands. I pulled back from the kiss, the mixture of his saliva and my juices lingering on my tongue. I palmed him a few more times before tugging at his boxers. “Wanna make you feel good to.” I mumbled getting on my knees.

I pulled down his boxers, his dick immediately sprung out, hitting his lower stomach. My eyes widened. He was big. I slowly grabbed his dick, wrapping my gentle, warm hands around it. Chris shuddered at the feeling. After I pumped his dick a few times, I brought my lips to the tip. I kissed the tip softly before wrapping my mouth around it, swirling my tongue.

“Holy shit ma, your mouth feels so good.” He moaned out.

I began taking as much as I could down my throat, slowly pumping any part that didn’t fit. “You’re so good at this, fuck.” He groaned, pushing my hair out of my face. I flattened my tongue out, bobbing my head up and down his shaft, slowly picking up my pace. “Shi- shit. How are you so good at this.” He moaned, making a makeshift ponytail with my hair.

He began thrusting his dick down my throat, repetitively hitting the back of my throat which caused me to moan. The moan sent vibrations down his shaft in which caused him to groan loudly.

After a few more continuous thrusts, his dick began twitching. “Oh- shit- I’m gonna cum.” Chris whined as he shot his salty load down my throat. He threw his head back, his hips shuddering in my mouth a few times before he pulled out. He looked down at me raising an eyebrow. As if to tell me to swallow. I swallowed his thick load, sticking my tongue out showing Chris that I had.

He then reached his hand out helping me rise to my feet, his lips once again melting into mine. This time it was different from the others. It was needy and sloppy. His hands inched around my waist, squeezing my ass cheeks gently. Chris pulled back. “Jump for me,” I hesitated, looking at him. “Just trust me.” He smiled, tapping my legs. I smiled back, jumping. Chris grabbed by the underneath of my legs, holding me tight. My hands hung around his neck. “You ready, ma?” He asked. I nodded, pulling his face into mine, smooshing my lips in his. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside as I reached one of my hands down. I aligned his dick with my entrance, pushing it in slightly.

“S-shit.” I whined, at the burning sensation of the stretch.

“You’re doing so well,” Chris praised, pushing more of his dick inside of me. I whined again, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. “Almost there.” He whispered. He waited a few minutes before pushing the rest inside of me. “F-fuck.” I whined, looking at Chris. “You’re so tight, ma.” He grunted.

He pressed his forehead against mine, slowly thrusting up.

The pain slowly turned into pleaser, groans and moans spilling from mine and Chris’ mouth as his hips snapped up into mine. “F-faster.” I pleaded, looking at Chris’ already fucked out facial expression and with that his paced picked up. His tip kissed places inside of me that I’d never knew to exist.

Apart from the immense pleasure, the smell around us was intoxicating and erotic.

The band in my stomach I had once felt earlier began forming again, yet this time it was 10x intenser.

“C-Chris I’m c-close.” I moaned out, scratching at his back. “Hold it for me, I know you can ma.” He told me, moving his face towards the crook of my neck, leaving light love bites all over. By the way Chris was thrusting into me I didn’t know if I could hold off. “I-I don’t think I can.” I whined as I felt him start twitching inside of me which indicated that he was also close. “Go on ma, cum for me.” Chris groaned which was slightly muffled as his face was still thrown in the crook of my neck.

I moaned Chris’ name loudly as I began to topple over, my legs spasming between his hands. Chris same shortly after. Groaning my name, his hips juddering as he sent ribbons of white inside my gummy walls.

Chris thrusted up a few more times before pulling out of me, his dick was covered in a mixture of both of our juices.

Once our breathing patterns had slowed down he placed me carefully on the bed. “You okay.” He asked, looking down at me. “Yeah, that was great.” I breathed, leaning my back on the pillow behind me. He smiled down at me, giving me a quick peck as he walked into the bathroom.

Chris returned with a warm, clean towel.

I winced as he cleaned me up. “Still sensitive?” He chuckled. “Mhm.” I sighed. I was satisfied but absolutely spent.

After Chris had finished and discarded the towel, he joined me in bed. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in. “I have something planned for us tomorrow but it’s a surprise.” He whispered. Little did he know, I had fallen into a deep slumber as soon as he’d pulled me in.

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A/N (2): this is the end of chapter 4, sorry for the short one and sorry for how long it took me to upload it. Hope you enjoyed reading! — hugs and kisses Gracie 💋

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y0urm4m · 13 days

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No Time to die ch.3

Warnings: smoking, swearing, arranged marriage (it is consensual so don’t come for me!!), alcohol consumption, weapons, blood, arguing, possible smut, fighting.(This includes all parts!!)

Summary: What will happen when two strangers with awful backstories are forced into an arranged marriage but one is seeking revenge.

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A few days had passed since everything had happened with my dad and Darren. My dad ended up firing Darren which was utterly ridiculous and unnecessary as he hadn’t done anything wrong. Once I had found out about him being fired, me and my dad once again had a massive argument and I was sent to my room for the rest of the day. Like always.

it was currently the night before the wedding, I was sat in my room with Nick as I painted my nails a pearly colour. “What do you think about this colour?” I asked Nick, showing him my nails. “I love it, it will definitely go with the dress.” He replied, inspecting the nail polish bottle. “I’m glad and if you really like the colour I’ll see if I have some spare,” I offered smiling. “It is one of the only colours that I use.” I added, giggling. “Oh before I forget I brought an early wedding gift for tonight!” Nick exclaimed jumping up, he walked over to where his bag was grabbing something. “I got some more of wine we had the other night!” He grinned. “Oh gosh, well I will not be drinking as much as I had the other day.” I giggled.

— Once I had finished my nails, me and Nick grabbed a couple of wine glasses and brought them back up to my room. “Soo, have you spoken to Chris?” He asked, pouring a glass of wine for himself and I. “A little bit.” I said as nick passed me a glass. “Oh well, you’ll have all the time to speak to him tomorrow,” “That’s another thing, have you written any vows?” He added.

Shit I had completely forgotten about writing vows.

“I can tell by the look on your face that you forgot,” He giggled. “I can help if you want?” He offered, sitting up. “It’s fine but I’ll have to write some now.” I said, getting up and grabbing my notebook.

I sat for 5 minutes staring at the blank lined page, what was I supposed to say. I barely knew Chris.

“Just write from the heart, trust me it’ll work.” Nick said softly, sipping from his drink.

Me and Nick ended up scrapping the personal vows because my mind had gone completely blank, we ended up lying down to watch a film which also was scrapped as we ended up falling asleep.

— “Are you excited?” Nick asked from beside me. I nodded. “Time has gone so fast!” I replied, as the woman behind me styled my hair. “Is it okay to start doing your makeup?” Someone else asked. I nodded my head in response as they walked over with loads of makeup products. “I’ll be back once your make up and hair is done. Okay?” Nick said, patting my shoulder. “Okay that fine, I’ll see you then.” I smiled as he left the room.

My hair and makeup was finally done.

I decided to put the dress on once I had got to the venue so it wasn’t creased or potentially damaged.

“Nick I’m done.” I said, walking out the door. “Great, let’s head to the venue now as we’re still early.” He said, leading me towards a car.

“Your hair and makeup looks breathtaking by the way.” He grinned. “Thank you, I’m honestly scared I might ruin it if I’m not careful.” I giggled. “You won’t, don’t worry. We’re Almost there anyways.” He replied, looking out the car window.

— We eventually arrived and went straight to put the dress on. “Holy shit y/n you actually look amazing.” Nick said, as I showed him the finished look. I smiled, as a faint knock was heard. “Who’s that?” I whispered, looking towards the door. “I don’t know, one second I’ll check.” He whispered heading over towards the door.

After 5 minutes of Nick having a conversation with the person, he finally opened the door revealing my dad. His eyes widened as he looked at me. I smiled walking over to him. “Do I look okay?” I asked, looking at him. “You look wonderful, your mom would be proud.” He smiled, pulling me in for a hug. I felt my waterline fill as the words left my dad’s mouth. “No water works before the wedding, please.” Nick said which caused me and my dad to laugh as I pulled away from the hug.

“Everyone should be arriving and sat down soon so I suggest staying in here for now.” Nick said, looking down at his phone. “Yeah Matt, Chris and some of the others are actually already here, I saw them just before I came in here.” My dad replied, also looking down at his phone. “Right I’ll be back once everyone is sat down, I love you.” My dad said, leaving me and Nick in the room.

“Y’know, I actually really appreciate the fact that you wore my mom’s dress.” Nick smiled, sorting out his tie. “I’m glad I could wear it, it’s a beautiful dress,” I replied, smoothing out the sides. I looked up at the clock, surely everyone was sat down by now? “Nick, you should probably go after all you are one of Chris’ groomsmen.” I said, patting his shoulder. “Alright, I’ll tell your dad to come and get you, I’ll see you soon!” Nick replied, giving me a quick hug before leaving.

I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror, this was actually happening it wasn’t just a dream. “You can do this y/n.” I whispered to myself and with that someone was knocking on the door again. “Y/n, it’s me,” My dad said entering the room. “Everyone is settled down now, so are you ready?” He asked, walking Towards me. “I’m ready, before I forget let me get the bouquet.” I replied quickly grabbing the bouquet from next to me. “Okay let’s go.” I took a deep breath, as we left the room.

We began walking the corner, arm in arm. “I’m so proud of you.” My dad whispered.

It’s felt surreal the moment me and my dad made it to the start of the aisle. The decor that filled the venue was absolutely enchanting and made the ceremony feel as if it were a dream.

“Please rise.” The priest declared as I finally was in sight for the family, friends and guests. Everyone who was sitting arose from their seats turning to look at me and my dad :who was on my left, as we walked slowly down the aisle. I could see Nick grinning as I walker closer towards him and the others but that’s when Chris caught my vision, his mouth agape as he watched me finally reach him.

As we reached the end of the isle, my dad let go of my arm giving me a kiss on the cheek as he sat down.

Chris took a step forward, smiling at me as we took our places in front of the priest.

“In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the Holy Spirit,” The priest began.

“Amen.” Everyone else replied.

“Grace to you and peace from God our father and the lord Jesus Christ.”

“And with your spirit.” Everyone replied once again.

“I will now start with an opening prayer. Be attentive to our prayer, O lord, and in your kindness uphold what you have established for the increase of the human race, so that the union you have created may be kept safe by your assistance. Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one god, forever and ever.” The priest said, nodding his head.

After the priest read a few readings from the Old Testament, the New Testament and the Gospel.

“Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honour and honour each other for as long as you both shall live?” The priest asked.

“I am.” Me and Chris said together.

“Since it is your intention to enter the covenant of holy matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent.” The priest announced, as me and Chris joined our right hands together.

Chris took a deep breath. “I, Chris Sturniolo, take you, Y/N Y/L/N, to be my wife. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honour you all the days of my life.”

I smiled. “I, Y/N Y/L/N, take you, Chris Sturniolo, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honour you all the days of my life.”

After the priest blessed the rings and said a few more prayers it was now time to give one another them.

“Y/N Y/L/N, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.” Chris said, sliding the ring on my finger.

“Chris Sturniolo, revive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.” I replied, sliding the ring on his finger.

I looked over slightly to see my dad, who was now wiping tears off of his face as he smiled at me.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” The priest declared.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The priest said to Chris.

I looked at Chris before his lips met mine for a quick peck.

As we pulled back, the room filled with claps from everyone around us.

— After everyone had congratulated me and Chris we headed to the reception but before I entered Chris pulled me to the side. “I just wanted to say thank you for wearing my mom’s dress it really means a lot.” He said pulling me in for a hug. I was taken aback by the hug but I didn’t pull away from him, instead I hugged him back. “I really loved wearing this dress and I’m glad I was able to wear it.” I replied as we pulled away from each other.

We walked into the reception as I was immediately taken over to the dance floor where my dad stood. “You ready for a father, daughter dance? He chuckled. “I’m not going to let you go that easy.” He added as I walked over towards him.

The song ‘father and daughter’ by Paul Simon started playing which caused me to immediately tear up as it was a song my dad would play to me all the time when I was younger and we’d dance around the kitchen whilst my mom made sure we didn’t break anything. We began dancing slowly and carefully, as the song continued.

“I know I’ve already said it once but I really am proud of you.” My dad said to me as we danced to the song. “Thank you dad.” I replied as my lip quivered. “How about we dance just like we did when you was little, and if you keep crying it’s going to make me cry.” He chuckled, spinning me round just like he did when I was little which caused me to giggle. “There’s my happy girl.” He said as the song came to an end.

Chris walked towards the dance floor smiling at me and my dad as he put his hand out. My dad nodded, leaving me and Chris to dance. The song ‘At Last’ by Etta James started playing as Me and Chris began dancing. We danced to the soft beat of the song.

One of my hands was on his shoulder whereas his situated on my waist, our other hands were clasped together. Our movements were slow and synchronised as we danced around the dance floor. As we moved around, I looked at everybody who was watching. I smiled at Nick and Matt who was watching from the side as my dad put his thumb up and me and Chris. As mine and Chris’ dance came to an end he gave the top of my head a quick kiss.

“What would you like to do now?” He asked, my hand still holding onto his. “I’m not too sure.” I replied, looking towards Nick and Matt who were walking towards us both. “How are the newly wed feeling?” Nick asked. “Happy and excited.” I replied, smiling at him. “Same here.” Chris added.

— After having conversations with Matt, Nick and all the other guests we decided to eat some food.

Me and Chris were sat next to each other with my dad and some of Chris’ other family members including his brothers.

My dad arose from his seat, getting everyone’s attention. “If it’s okay I’d love to say some words for the newly wed,” He announced. I nodded, smiling at him.

“Y/n the moment before and when I walked you down the aisle will be a memory I will cherish forever.” He said, smiling down at me.

“And Chris, I don’t think any amount of preparation can ever make you feel ready to give your daughter away, but if I really had to choose someone, just know I would choose you every time without a doubt.” My dad said, toasting his drink.

After my dad’s meaningful toast, everyone ate their food, drank their drink and got lost in conversation.

“I hope you’re all having a great night so far but most importantly I hope you’ve all saved some room for something sweet because it is indeed that time! Please may the happy couple make their way over towards the cake so we can get this dessert party started!” The MC announced.

I looked over at Chris as we both got up from our seats making our way over towards the cake.

“Don’t they make the perfect couple? Let’s get some great pictures whilst they cut the cake!” The MC signalled for the photographer to come over.

Me and Chris grabbed the knife from next to us getting ready to cut the cake.

“Now if you’ll both do us the honour of cutting the first slice together.”

Me and Chris cut the first slice of the cake, placing it carefully on the plate in front of us.

“Wonderful! Let’s give them an applause.” The MC started clapping as everyone else around us joined in.

“And now, I invite the couple to feed each other a bite of the cake.”

I picked up a fork from next to us, collecting some of the cake as Chris did the same. “You ready!” I smiled, Chris nodding in return as we fed each other the cake.

“Wasn’t that lovely? Now, friends, family and honoured guests feel free to enjoy some cake and refreshments but most of all enjoy the rest of your night!” The MC said as pretty much everyone approached the cake.

The night was slowly coming to an end, everyone had eaten their slice of cake and had more drinks. Including me, I was currently sipping on wine having a conversation with Nick, Matt and my dad about today.

“Today has flew by it feels like moments ago I was walking down the aisle.” I sighed, looking at the few people who were dancing. “It really has.” My dad agreed. “It’s also been an emotional rollercoaster.” I giggled.

“Good evening everybody! Before this special day comes to an end, let’s have one last dance!” “Feel welcome to come join the others on the dance floor!” The MC announced.

“Are you guys up for one last dance?” I offered, standing up. “Chris is already there.” I added motioning towards where he was. They all agreed heading towards the dance floor.

An upbeat song played through the speakers as everyone spent the rest of their time dancing. The floor was highlighted by bright strobe lights: which flashed colours of yellow, red, green and blue. I rotated through dancing with Chris, Matt, Nick and my dad but we eventually started dancing all together resulting in a laughing mess as the song slowly came to a halt.

— Most of the guests had left leaving me, my dad, Chris and his brothers who were all helping clean and pack stuff up. “So are you coming back with me or do you plan on going with Chris?” My dad asked collecting all his stuff. “Uh I’m not too sure,” I replied. “Chris!” I called out, Chris’ head immediately shooting up and look over at me. I ushered him over. “My dad would like to know if I’m coming back with you or not?” I told him. “Me and your mom stayed the night in a hotel to get away from all the stress for the night,” My dad said. “I wouldn’t mind paying for you guys to stay in one.” He added. “I would love to. But only if Chris wants to.” I replied, looking at Chris. “Why not, thank you sir.” He thanked. “It’s no biggie and you don’t need to call me sir.” My dad chuckled, patting Chris’ back.

After my dad said his last goodbyes to the rest of us, he gave me some money and headed home.

— “Did I hear that the newly wed are staying at a hotel!” Nick teased as we left the reception. “You did indeed.” I chuckled, wrapping my arm around Chris’. “Well you guys have fun!” Nick winked which was followed by immediate laughter from us all. “We will do.” Chris chuckled.

After me and Chris said our goodbyes to Nick and Matt, we headed towards the hotel.

And if I was being honest I was excited to finally have more time with Chris.

Maybe this whole marriage wasn’t that bad after all, today had been amazing.

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A/N: hope you enjoyed this part. For the super delusional people, No this does not mean ur married to Chris!! (Just had to clear that up). You all are going to enjoy the next part and no one come for me for writing out like half of a wedding ceremony and basically a whole reception. — hugs and kisses Gracie 💋

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No time to die ch.2

Warnings: smoking, swearing, arranged marriage, alcohol consumption, weapons, blood, arguing, possible smut, fighting.(This includes all parts!!)

Summary: What will happen when two strangers with awful backstories are forced into an arranged marriage but one is seeking revenge.

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I was awoken to my alarm buzzing in my ear. “Shit, I’m supposed to be shopping today.” I whisper-shouted to myself, rushing out of my bed heading straight for my bathroom.

After showering and doing the basics, I walked over to my closet picking out a presentable outfit. “You up and ready?” My dad asked through my door. “Yeah I’ll be ready to leave in a second.” I shouted back, putting on the last of my outfit heading out of my bedroom door. “Are you eating here?” He then asked. “Uh no I’ll probably eat out, let me message Nick quickly.” I said, unlocking my phone.

I messaged Nick asking if he was ready and if we would possibly grab food out. He replied saying yes, meaning I wouldn’t have to worry about my dad opinion on anything. “Right I’m leaving now. Bye dad, love you.” I called out, leaving to get in the car. “Good morning y/n, am I dropping you straight there?” Darren asked, looking at me in the rear view mirror. “Hmm, can we grab something to eat quickly?” I asked, smiling at him.

That’s when I found myself eating McDonald’s ice cream, I would be lying to myself if I said Darren wasn’t my favourite one of my dad’s ‘workers’. “Thank you for buying me ice cream!” I mumbled with my mouth full of food. “It’s alright, I better drop you off quickly before your father finds out and fires me.” He chuckled, starting up the car and finally heading towards where I was supposed to be.

As if my dad knew I wasn’t there, he started ringing me. “Hi dad.” I said as Darren’s eyes widened. “Where are you?” He said gruffly. “On my way to meet Nick and everyone else.” I sighed. I hated how he never trusted me :every time I went out the night would end with a phone call from him. “Good, although I would’ve expected you to already be there.” He replied. I rolled my eyes, “Right I’m going now before you start bitching about being late again.” “Don’t us-.” He began speaking as I ended the phone. “I can not be bothered with his shit today.” I sighed, looking at Darren. “Try working with him, then get back to me.” He chuckled, pulling up outside of the shop. “Right, thank you for dropping me off. I’ll see you later.” I said, getting out of the car immediately being greeted by Nick.

“You’re finally here,” He said pulling me in for a quick hug. “I hope your exited, because I know I am.” He giggled, leading me inside the shop.

— After greeting everyone else, the worker took my measurements and showed me a few dresses.

I slipped inside the changing room, putting on the first dress. It was sleeveless but really puffy. “I’ve got the dress on.” I called out, as nick opened the door. His face grimaced slightly as he looked at the dress. “Uh- it looks kinda ugly but before I say anything else you should probably look at it.” I giggled at his reaction, striding over to the mirror cautiously. It was horrendous. It didn’t suit my figure at all. “I don’t think this is the one for me, sorry.” I sighed, turning around to look at everyone else. There was nods of agreement between them all. “Okay let’s get you in that other dress.” The worker said, motioning me towards the changing room once again.

This time it had longer sleeves and was silky. “I’m ready.” I said, opening the door once again Nick was already there to greet me. He tilted his head slightly. “I do prefer this dress but it’s not my decision whether you get it or not.”

As I walked towards the mirror most of them smiled and nodded to each other, having discussions between themselves about the dress. “Wait, before you decide whether to get that one, I have one more dress I’d love for you to try on.” Nick said, bringing a box over. “It was my mom’s dress, she would have loved to see Matt or Chris’ future wife try it on.” He smiled, passing me the box.

His words replayed in my head for a moment, ‘would have’. I presumed the lady I had met yesterday was their mom. I was utterly shocked and confused but my main question was, what had happened to their mom?

“Do you want me to take it out of the box?” He asked, snapping me out of thought. “No, no it’s okay, I’ll go try it on now.” I replied, walking back over to the changing room.

I carefully took off the other dress, taking their mom’s one out of the box. Before I had even put it on I could tell it was breathtaking.

— I slowly walked out of the dressing room, carefully walking over to where everyone sat. I heard a few gasps from behind me as I turned to look in the mirror.

It was perfect, it hugged my figure and situated perfectly around my body. “You look amazing.” Nick said, standing next to me. “I think this might be the one,” I replied, smiling. “I think if I had to think of a ‘dream dress’, it would be just like this one.” I added, turning to look at everyone else. “My mom would be so happy.” Nick said as mine and everyone else’s face softened.

— Once I had got re-dressed and placed the dress carefully back in the box, we headed over to a flower shop. “So what bouquet do you plan on getting?” One of the ladies asked. “I’m honestly not to sure.” I replied walking into the shop as the bell on the door dinged. A short, old lady walked over greeting us as we entered.

She showed us a few bouquets, in which were all really nice but I finally decided on a white one filled with arrays of lilies, roses and gladioluses. We payed and ordered to pick them up the day before the wedding before leaving.

I pulled out my phone as there was no other shops we had to go into because everything else had already been bought. “Before you leave, me and everyone else was hoping you’d stay out a little longer, we can just say it was an ‘unplanned bachelorette party’. Trust me it’ll be fun.” He pleaded, giggling slightly.

My dad would not be happy if he found out but after everything he’s done, I deserve to at least have a little fun.

“I’d love to, I’ll just message Darren to pick me up a little later than planned.” I smiled, informing Darren of my new plans.

That’s when i found myself sitting in the vip booth at a nightclub. “It’s so loud in here.” I shouted loud enough for Nick to hear me. “Girl, what did you expect it is a nightclub after all!” He shouted back, sipping from his drink. I giggled, taking in the view of the club.

Everyone was dancing on the jam packed, sweaty club floor with an array of laser light displays scattered around the place. It was definitely unusual for me to be in this sort of place but only because of how my dad is. “You look shocked, have you ever been to a club before?” Nick asked shockingly. I shook my head. “How come? No offence but everyone I know has been at least once.” He added, re-filling his cup with whatever substance he was drinking. I shrugged, “My dad never let me, this is fun though.” I replied, looking at the drink situated between nicks hand.

“Y’wanna try some?” He asked pushing the drink towards me. I guess it wouldn’t kill to try it. “Sure!” I said, taking the drink. It had a strong aroma of dark fruit as I took a sip. “Do you like it?” He giggled, taking the glass back. “It’s okay after all I’ve only ever drank the whiskey my dad gets.” I chuckled softly. “Well if you want some feel free to help yourself.” He said motioning towards the bottle.

It couldn’t hurt to have a little to drink. Right?

— I currently sat in the back of the car, on my way home. “How much did you drink?” Darren asked, looking at me through the rear view mirror. “Uh- not to much.” I hiccuped.

Okay, maybe I was lying. I never usually drank but the wine Nick was drinking was too good to turn down. So 1 bottle had turned into 2, 2 bottles had turned into 3. So on, so on.

“Are you definitely sure you had ‘not to much’ because it seems to me like you had a few too many,” Darren said, raising an eyebrow. “Your dad is not going to be pleased.” He added.

Shit, I had completely forgotten about dad. If I wasn’t sober then I definitely was now.

“Do you think he’ll be able to tell.” I said anxiously. If my dad found out how much I had drank, I would not hear the end of it. “Most Likely but I’ll try to steer him out the way, once we get in I’ll start a conversation and you head straight to your bedroom,” He offered. “Okay?”He asked. “Yes, thank you for this.” I smiled, Darren smiling in return as we pulled up outside of the house.

Darren was the first one to head inside, immediately starting small talk with my dad who stood in the kitchen. I headed straight up the stairs, failing horribly and tripping over my own foot. “Y/N?!” My dad called out, walking towards where I was. “Hi, dad.” I said guiltily. “Where have you been? And Darren we need to have a talk immediately!” He frowned. “Y’know what, just go to your room I’ll speak to you in the morning.” He sighed, pointing towards my room.

I looked at Darren apologetically as he nodded at me. “Just go up to your room, don’t worry about me.” He mouthed. I smiled weakly walking slowly upstairs and into my bedroom.

— It was now an hour later and my father’s shouting bounced around the walls of the house which kept me awake. I then decided to message Nick and see if he had gotten home okay.

Did you get home okay

There was no response, which was unusual as even though I’d only known him for a couple of days I knew he responded quickly.

I then messaged Matt, once again no response. I presumed he was asleep or busy.

Then came my last resort, messaging Chris. I hadn’t spoken to him since the day at the restaurant but I wanted to know if Nick was okay.

Hi it’s y/n is Nick home and safe

There was an immediate response.

Yea he’s home he actually went to sleep as soon as he got back

Then there was another text.

Why are you up at this time

I laughed at the messaged, instantly typing back.

I could say the same thing to you

Well I’d presume you’d have a bedtime knowing your daddy’s little princess

I rolled my eyes at the nickname. What a dick.

Goodnight Chris

And that was the last thing I sent before turning my phone off.

I felt bad for Darren after all he was getting shouted at because of my decisions today.

The shouting continued as I struggled to sleep eventually falling into a slumber.

Hopefully Tomorrow would be a better day.

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A/N:For anyone reading that would prefer to wear something else rather than a dress, I’m extremely sorry. I was going to put other options but when I was writing it completely slipped my mind. Anyways hope you enjoyed chapter 2 and how the series is coming along and trust me when I say there will be more Chris included sooner than you think. — love you all Gracie 💋

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