LOGINThe whistle blew. This time, the difference was immediately obvious. With Tarzan pulling alongside the women, the rope began moving rapidly in their direction. The men tried desperately to hold their ground, but without Tarzan's strength on their side, they were no match for the combined team. A few seconds later, the rope crossed the marked line. "WE HAVE A WINNER!" the MC announced excitedly. "THE WOMEN HAVE WON!" The women hugged each other, jumping up and down while the men shook their head on defeat. Lena immediately released the rope, spun around, and threw both arms around her husband's neck. "WE WON!" Tarzan laughed, catching her around the waist and lifting her slightly off the ground. "You did it." Across from them, Eric looked at Tarzan like he had lost his mind. "I can't believe that fool betrayed us like that." "It surprised you? I wasn't at all surprised." Scar said laughing. Nora came and pulled him away while Eric stood there watching Le
"On the count of three!" Both teams tightened their grips, knuckles whitening around the coarse rope. "ONE!" Tarzan glanced at Lena, his lips curling into a confident, teasing smile. "TWO!" Lena narrowed her eyes at him. Try your luck, her look seemed to say. "THREE!" "GO!" The whistle's shrill blast shattered the tension. Both teams erupted, pulling with every ounce of strength they possessed. The rope stretched taut, vibrating with their combined force. "PULL! PULL!" Lena shouted. For a fleeting moment, the rope began inching back toward the women's side, a small victory. But it was short-lived as the men got in control again. Tarzan's smile gradually faded as his gaze locked on his wife. Lena was struggling. Her face was flushed red, her teeth clenched so tightly her jaw ached, and both hands were wrapped around the rope with a desperate grip. Despite her fierce determination, the men were proving to be an immovable force. "Come on, ladies! We
Tarzan slipped an arm around Lena's waist and gently pulled her against him. Hannah immediately burst into laughter. "Goodness! Can't you give your wife a little breathing space? You've been married for only a few hours, and you're already acting like you can't survive five minutes without her." Tarzan shot her an unimpressed look. "That's exactly the point. I've spent years waiting to call her my wife. Do you expect me to waste even a second now that I finally can?" Lena burst into laughter, her cheeks turning pink. "Baby!" "What?" He leaned down and brushed his lips against her temple. "Am I lying? I have wanted this since we were kids." Hannah groaned dramatically. "You two are so unbearable. I need a boyfriend." With that, she walked away. The moment Hannah disappeared into the crowd, the MC's voice suddenly came through the speakers drawing everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen! I hope you're all having a wonderful time because we're about to make this celebrati
The reception eventually came to an end, but the celebration was far from over. In fact, the real madness was only the beginning. The after-party had been moved to a private clubhouse overlooking the beach. It was an exclusive gathering, strictly reserved for Lena, Tarzan, their closest friends, and their partners. No parents. No grandparents. No elderly relatives. Just young adults, alcohol, loud music, and absolutely no supervision. The clubhouse was alive with colorful lights, booming music, and laughter. Bottles of expensive champagne sat in ice buckets while the DJ switched between pop, reggaeton, and Latin music. Nora was sitting comfortably on Scar's lap, the two of them lost in their own little world. Every few seconds, they exchanged kisses and shamelessly flirted. Meanwhile, Eric was having his own little struggle. He had been trying to get Jessie's attention for the better part of twenty minutes. "Would you like another drink?" he asked, holding up a glass. Jessie
Tarzan's voice continued.🎶 Baby, I'm dancin' in the dark with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listenin' to our favourite song. When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath. But you heard it, "Darling, you look perfect tonight." 🎶He slowly opened his eyes on the last note and met Lena's teary ones.She smiled back softly.She rested her chin on her palm, watching him with a dreamy expression.When Tarzan reached the next verse, he stepped down from the stage, still singing. The guests immediately began cheering.He was coming for her.🎶 Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know. She shares my dreams, I hope that someday, she'll be my home. I found a love to carry more than just my secrets. To carry love, to carry children of our own. 🎶He paused the song and extended his free hand."Baby..."Lena called shyly."May I have this dance, Mrs. Tarzan?" he winked.Lena burst into laughter, her cheeks warming as she placed her hand in his.Tarza
Tarzan chuckled, giving her waist one final squeeze before reluctantly releasing her. "Fine, fine. I'll behave." Lena gave him a disbelieving look before walking toward the beautifully decorated seating area. She settled onto one of the plush couches, crossing her legs as she watched him make his way toward the small stage where the musicians were performing. "Where are you going?" she called. He turned around, walking backward with a mischievous smile. "Stay right there, beautiful." "Tarzan..." "Trust me, baby." He exchanged a few words with the bandleader, who immediately smiled and nodded. A moment later, the music changed. Lena's eyebrows lifted. Oh? Tarzan picked up the microphone, adjusted it, and looked directly at her. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." A few guests turned toward him, their conversations gradually fading. Rosa leaned toward Ricardo and whispered something about Tarzan having a romantic surprise for their daughter. Ricardo, who ha
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