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The moment Eliana lifted her hand, everything exploded.“Kill them,” she ordered coldly.Her men didn’t hesitate.They surged forward all at once, guns snapping up into firing positions.It felt like a battlefield. A war zone.Fire roared so loudly it drowned out reason. Shouts collided with gunfire. Wood collapsed. Glass shattered. The heat pressed in from all sides, suffocating and relentless.Nikolai moved first. He didn’t think, he reacted.In one brutal, decisive motion, he shoved Emily back toward the safest corner he could find, lowering himself to shield her body from the worst of the smoke, his voice hard and urgent, filled with panic and love.“Baby! Baby listen to Daddy. Close your eyes,” he told her tightly, gripping her shoulders just long enough to make sure she heard him. “Count. Don’t stop counting. No matter what you hear. Close your eyes and start counting. I promise to come get you soon.”Emily nodded frantically, tears streaking her cheeks, her small hands clutchin
Young master?The words sliced through the stunned silence and spiraled into chaos inside people's minds.Murmurs erupted instantly.Who the hell is this man?Why was he here in the first place?What is his background?How did Elara - the girl they whispered about as "the adopted nobody" - get involved with a man addressed with such reverence?Was he influential? Did he come from an even wealthier family? Was he dangerous? Which wealthy family did he come from?Lucian did not bother acknowledging any of them. Not a single person. Not Aaron. Not Marjorie. Not Evelyn. Not Ethan. Not the relatives who once smirked at Elara with barely hidden contempt.His gaze however, never left Elara.His voice, cold, devoid of any emotion drifted through the tense air."Get rid of them!"That was all... No shouting. No threats. Just a quiet authority that rippled down the spines of everyone present.Without hesitation, the bodyguards moved. Two of them seized Aaron by the arms as he thrashed and curse
Elara and Lucian broke their kiss when the sudden, violent sound of shattering glass split the stunned silence of the chapel. The sound wasn't just loud - it was furious, deliberate, and filled with rage. They both turned instinctively, their lips still tingling, breath shaky, to see Marjorie standing near the wine table like a woman possessed, grabbing bottles one after another and smashing them against the edge until the pale floor was littered with scarlet wine.Her chest heaved, her eyes wild, her face blotched red with fury and humiliation. She pointed a trembling but accusatory finger straight at Elara, her voice cutting through the shocked whispers of the crowd."You-how dare you? How can you be this ungrateful? How can you disgrace our family like this, in this kind of way, in front of everyone? After everything we did for you? You bitch!"The word ungrateful echoed again and again in the room, attaching itself like a label Marjorie had always wanted the world to see.Elara
Outside...Adrian was running.Not just running, fleeing, as if something evil and merciless was chasing him from behind, his lungs burning so fiercely it felt like shards of glass were lodged in his chest, his legs screaming in protest with every step as he tore across the uneven ground toward the abandoned Rosewood house.The night blurred around him. Wind clawed at his face. Fear drowned out everything else.Rafael was right behind him, breathing hard, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack, while Camilla ran beside them, her heels abandoned somewhere behind, her hair whipping wildly as tears streamed down her face.Fear... the fear of the unknown was pushing them to run even faster. “Those gunshots came from here!” Rafael shouted, his voice raw, strained, breaking through the chaos of their footsteps. “This is it... this has to be it!”Adrian didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Because just then...Bang!Bang!Another gunshot split the air.Adrian felt it hit him like a
Nikolai never let go of Cassie’s hand. Not even for a second. His fingers were locked around hers with an iron grip. It had become part of him, something older than fear and stronger than instinct... Protection! As long as he was breathing, as long as his heart continued to beat inside his chest, neither his wife nor his daughter would ever be left alone in the dark again. Emily was cradled against his chest, her small body curled into him like she was trying to become part of his ribcage, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if letting go might make him disappear. She was shaking, even though she wasn’t crying anymore, shaking in the quiet way of a child who had already cried all the tears she had. “Someone else has to be here,” Cassie whispered, her voice low and calm barely holding together beneath the pressure. Her eyes scanned every doorway, every shadow, and every smear on the walls. “Lucas… Gloria… Stacy… they wouldn
Eliana tapped a finger against her chin, her eyes dancing with cruel delight as she pretended to consider the possibilities. “It might be your son, Nikolai,” she said thoughtfully. “Or maybe your daughter-in-law. Or…” Her lips stretched into a wicked smile, her eyes glittering as she leaned forward just enough for her words to cut deeper. “That precious little girl you all fucking adored.” Gloria shook her head violently, tears flooding her eyes now. “Stop,” she sobbed. “Stop it, please...” Eliana ignored her. She snapped her fingers as if she were thinking about something important. “What’s her name again?” she asked mockingly, her eyebrows lifting as if she’d forgotten something trivial. “Oh yeah.” Her gaze locked onto Gloria’s and she said slowly and tauntingly. “Emily!” The name hit like a gunshot. Gloria screamed, raw and broken, her entire body jerking against the ropes. “STOP! You don’t say her name! You don’t... You monster!!” “Maybe the blood went straight into her







