Taken By The Mafia Lord

503 The Wedding

“You are quite a beautiful bride,”

“Thank you,” Clara appreciated her guest who complimented her white dress.

Today was Sunday, her wedding day as scheduled and Clara looked dazzling in her dress. As a princess who demanded attention, her wedding dress was glamorous. Sleek and sexy, the mermaid dress fitted Clara from the chest to the knee, then flared out close to the knee, showing off her curves. The train of her dress was so long that it would require two to three of her bridesmaids to hold it while she walked down the aisle later.

To everyone else, it looked as if Clara was glowing in happiness since it was her wedding day, but inwardly, she was just a breath away from suffering from an anxiety attack. It was her wedding day, yes, but she had no idea where the groom was, since Marcel had not arrived.

Clara couldn’t remember the number of times she had to cover up for Marcel when the guest asked for him and he wasn’t present. He was driving her crazy!

To save her face, Clara would have moved up the date of the wedding, but Daniel was insistent on having the wedding today and was sure that Marcel would attend.

However, Clara couldn’t help but be concerned. While Daniel was confident that Marcel would not defy his order after his “visitation” yesterday, Clara knew Marcel was different now. Marcel was a changed person and his current personality didn’t care about the consequences when he wanted something.

Not to mention that the more one pushed him, the more he retaliated. Marcel has broken out of his father’s shackles. Daniel just hasn’t realized that yet. To him, Marcel was probably still the young boy that he shaped into his successor. If only he knew that wasn’t the case anymore.

Hence, the moment Tess, her chief bridesmaid arrived in the room, and was about to say something, Clara communicated with her eyes and she shut her mouth immediately. If the guest knew that they were looking for the groom, she would become a laughing stock in their inner circle.

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Not everyone had come to celebrate with her today; most of them simply came to ally with her family. Alberta might not be in power anymore but they were still a respectful family. However, the other population came to satisfy their curiosity, out of jealousy.

Her wedding announcement popped out of nowhere shocking those in their inner circle, hence it drew quite an attention, and tongues had already begun to wager. Some claim that Clara was pregnant and this was a shotgun wedding. As royalty, it would be a huge shame to her family if she gave birth out of wedlock.

The Luciano family were an underbelly of crime and loved to keep a low profile, at least in the past, with Daniel trying to unite their family through marriage, their name would always be on the headlines now. In one word, not everyone knew about them – especially those who kept a clean profile – hence everyone was curious to know about them. As someone from a royal line, Clara was expected to marry a man of high profile.

But then, those rumors didn’t bother Clara because if she was really pregnant with Marcel’s child, then it would be a huge miracle – at least, she would be able to tie him down with that. But then, he hadn’t laid a hand on her, not since their engagement began.

The only thing they ever did was kiss and now Clara was even beginning to question if what they shared that day was real or if he had been putting on a show. Who knew what he had been thinking at that time? Having known the real Marcel now, Clara bet that he used her or something.

“By the way, what about the groom? I haven’t seen him around and everyone’s so excited to see him!” The guest squealed in excitement and went on, “You know, everyone thought you would end up with Luther, but then life works in mysterious ways. I guess when life gives you lemon, you make lemonade.” She chuckled modestly, cupping her mouth with her hand.

“Yes, lemon indeed,” Although Clara laughed with her, it wasn’t sincere. Her eyes were trained on Tess the entire time with her heart pounding in her throat. Tess in question, walked over to where she was seated and bending down, she whispered into her ears,

“He’s here.”

Clara let out the air that she had been holding in all this while. God, she was saved! she pressed her hand to her chest in relief. It worked, Marcel was going to marry her. Her prayers were finally answered.

“He wants to meet you before the wedding,” Tess further informed her and a smile formed on her face.

Marcel wanted to meet her now? Had he finally come to his senses and realized that the both of them were meant to be together? Had Clara known that it would be this easy, she would have involved Daniel long ago and saved herself the stress. Of course, her father-in-law was the best.

Now, she’d see between her and his damned mistress, who gets to laugh last?

Haha, she got Marcel in the end!

Delirious with happiness, Clara turned to her guest and announced proudly, “Don’t worry, this is all part of the wedding program and you will get to see the groom soon.” She said proudly, graciously standing up to her feet.

“I’m sorry, but I need to prepare for my wedding ceremony,” Clara hinted that she wanted her to leave.

“Sure, I shouldn’t keep the bride of the day busy,” The lady said, trying not to look offended.

“Thank you for your understanding,” Clara watched her leave the room and as soon as the door was shut, stood up immediately.

“Where is he?!” She questioned Tess, anxious to see Marcel already.

As if to answer her question, the door opened the next minute and Clara turned to welcome Marcel with open arms only for the smile on her face to drop when she saw the two burly men standing in front of her. She recognized them, and they worked for Marcel, but

they were not Marcel.

“What is going on here?” Clara was angry and flabbergasted at the same time. They just killed her hope; she wanted to see Marcel.

However, both men didn’t say anything and strode over to where Clara stood and grabbed her.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clara was shocked, but before she could say another word, a rag was pressed against her nose and she lost consciousness. In one word, she was abducted before her wedding.