This story is based on the Turkish series Aşk-ı Memnu i.e. forbidden love…

Prologue

I stood at the end of the aisle facing everyone else in the room in my tux and just waiting. For some reason I was nervous, even though the crowd doesn't bother me that much.. I tried to push that feeling away as I heard the music announcing the arrival of the queen of the day; the bride. First her sister walked down the aisle with a rose dress and a small bouquet of roses followed by my cousin and then everyone stood up as she appeared at the far end of the hall.

She was flawless.. her simple long and slim dress, her long veil over her silky brown locks on her back, her smile, the way her checks reddened as she walked down the aisle. She just looked beautiful.

I stared and stared as she reached the end of the aisle and the ceremony began…

God, this is like heaven…

I remember exactly the first time I saw her.. it was in college, I was with some girl back then and she just walked by. She did nothing but walking and yet, she managed to capture my attention. Me, Nick Gray, the womanizer, the bad boy, had some girl in my mind and she didn't even try to impress me… she didn't even look my way. Ever.

I didn't realize I was lost in my thoughts until I heard the best saying at any wedding "you may now kiss the bride"… and I watched as my uncle kissed his newly wedded wife… Miley Stewart…

XxXx

When I was eight, my family got into a car accident and just like that I lost my parents… and I survived somehow. The next issue was having a home. As if it wasn't enough that I was left with no parents, but my uncle –my dad's brother- refused to take me in saying he can't take the responsibility of bringing me up with his kids! So, there was the foster thing. Meaning I would be damned for the rest of my life. That was when Uncle Steve stepped in…

He is my father's cousin, he decided to take me to his house– or my I say mansion, get custody and be responsible of me. In other words, he saved me. And soon enough, I was rewarded a new family, him and his wife treated me like their own son… and his daughter Ariana was like my little sister and even when they had Frankie it felt like I just had a new brother.

But after he was born shortly, his mother got too sick, she was weak, and she finally rested forever when he was one year old. And I lost a mother for the second time.

Years passed and I gained the reputation of the bad boy in high school, I was popular, handsome, rich, and I had no problem flirting with girls, and so, I earned the title.

And it lasted with me through college, which I still haven't finished by the way; due to failing a couple of classes, so, when I first noticed Miley in my first year, I couldn't just go to her like that, she was nice, she was smart, and a bad boy definitely wasn't her kind, I didn't want to risk the dream of having her by actually telling her and get rejected… also, there was this part of me knowing that I don't deserve her.. and so, I never told her, or any on for the matter about my feelings…

And now, here I am, at her wedding to the man who I owe my life to.

I'm forced to see her freaking day…

"Nick Gray…" I turned around with a glass of champagne only to smirk when I figured who was talking to me…

"Demi Stewart." I greeted Miley's cousin one of the girls I have history with… although with her we never got past flirting.

"Looking decent today."

"Why, thank you, you look pretty yourself."

"Quit the flirtatious look, Nick." She giggled, "Doesn't this tell you we are never gonna be…" she said and pointed to her growing belly.

I chuckled, "What! I was just being nice. How is the little guy treating you by the way?"

"It's getting better. He's been driving me crazy the past couple of weeks, but, it's better now."

"Good for you. Why can't I see your husband?" I asked looking around.

"Joe? You know him, I bit he's busy checking out the food now."

I laughed, "Right…"

"So, how is this new situation going on with you?" she asked with a hint of smirk.

I shrugged, "Fine, I mean, it's about time he got married again. It's Ariana who hasn't been taking it well."

"Don't worry, my cousin is a good person. She wouldn't be a mean step-mother." She laughed and I forced a smile even though I was feeling nauseous at the mention…

"Not in this house, my dear."

"Yeah right! Well, I gotta go see if Joe is in trouble."

"Yeah, you better…"

As Demi left, I was faced with the scene of my uncle putting his hand on Miley's back while talking to one of his friends and his wife… they were laughing and it seemed like they were having a good time.

"Look at her…" I found Ariana suddenly standing next to me in her bridesmaid rose dress and looking bitterly at them, "she's acting like she owns the world."

"It's her wedding!"

"Yeah, the wedding that grants her the luxurious life she dreams about."

"She wasn't poor you know…"

"Not this rich, Nick." She snapped, "Besides, why are you defending her? Looks like she has won over all the men of the house." She said with a glare and took off.

I rolled my eyes at her and took the other way out to the garden after giving them one last glance. I love Ariana I really do, but she is really a drama queen at times. I understand she thinks Miley is replacing her mother, but she is not. No one will ever replace her in our hearts.

As much as I hate the current situation, but I have to admit, my uncle deserves to remarry. Actually, I'm surprised he waited until now.

When he first told me his decision, I thought he was joking, I mean, when he never mentioned the topic after his wife died, I thought it would never come, so, to say I was surprised would be fair. And let alone when he told me about his bride…

I was like speechless for minutes.

Apparently, they met at the cemetery. He was used to visit his late wife every week, and she also had the habit of visiting her father's grave. Week after week, they were talking, they got to know each other, talking about grief and it progressed to having coffee together and ding, they fell for each other despite the age difference…

And she's become forbidden to me forever. I don't know if I was wrong not to tell her then, but, I do know that she is so much better with him than she would have ever been with me. He will keep her safe…

Now, it's all on me. I must keep my mind off of my uncle's wife.

And I know exactly how, it's how I get over everything…

Party, alcohol, girls, loud music… here I come…

A/N: hi guys it's been a really long time. If you read any of my other stories, I'm so sorry about not updating for over a year or maybe two. I have had a major block. I have had ups and downs and many attempts to write, but I failed. And lately it's been getting better. And when I thought of this story I thought t would be good for a comeback. Excuse me if the writing is not as good as it was before, I'm going to be working on that, and for the other stories, I will continue them, just give me some time.

Thank you for your time and please tell me what you think…