It was the event of the year. A starlet with a promising career. An older entrepreneur. A marriage of convenience for both of them. She wanted adoration and diamonds. She wanted a sugar daddy. He wanted a gorgeous arm ornament, a woman who would follow his lead and ask no questions. They left a trail of ex-lovers and ex-spouses, some who died or disappeared mysteriously. They told everybody their marriage was made in heaven, that it would last forever. They hated each other before they took their vows. They laced each other’s champagne with poison and planned their escape routes. How convenient.
She planned to dance at her wedding.
He planned to dance on her grave.
The wedding photos were to die for.
published in Doctor Funny
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