MasukBy the time Elena found us, Sebastian was still clinging to me like a needy kid.I tugged at him and introduced, "This is my older sister, Elena Rowan."Sebastian instantly straightened up and offered a polite nod. "My parents are already on their way here," he said. "We should decide on a date for the wedding once our families meet up. Evelyn and I have already signed the paperwork, but I owe her a proper ceremony."Elena nodded in agreement, unable to hide the sheer admiration in her eyes.…A week later, our families decided on a date for the wedding.Even though the conflict had settled and our days of running off to active war zones were behind us, everyone agreed that since we were locked in, it was better to hold the wedding sooner rather than later.At the bridal boutique, Mom's vintage wedding dress had been restored to perfection. Under the showroom lights, one couldn't even tell it was decades old."Vintage or not, a classic design like this never goes out of style
Looking at Sebastian now, I couldn't connect this emotional man with the icy, sharp-tongued doctor I had met back then.The first time I saw Sebastian, I was coming out of yet another coma. A blast had thrown me through the air and slammed my body against a concrete wall, causing massive abdominal trauma. I had bled out all over the street.When I finally opened my eyes, I was in a makeshift medical tent, and Sebastian was removing the stitches from the wound on my stomach. The pain was excruciating."Are you Corvian?" he asked.I looked at him and nodded."There's a helicopter evacuating citizens back to Corvia tomorrow morning," he said. "Take your camera and be on it. This is a war zone. We don't need journalists trying to play hero on the front lines."I bit my lip, weak but stubborn. "I can't leave. I haven't found my boyfriend yet. If he's dead, I'm going to die right here with him—ouch!"Sebastian pulled a stitch too tight, and a fresh stream of blood welled up from the w
"So, Evelyn really spent four years in an active war zone? When that soldier aimed his rifle, my knees went weak just watching.""The ground was covered in debris and blood. She must've loved Damian deeply to be that brave.""Damian is a total fool for dumping a woman like that just to be with Camille.""Camille doesn't even come close to her, whether it be looks, character, or talent. Damian must've been out of his mind.""He's such an embarrassment to the Calloways."The room buzzed with whispers.Despite the Calloways being present, not one person stepped forward to help Damian as he lay pinned to the floor. Facing the media lenses, they looked as though they wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole.All of a sudden, someone stood up. "Damian, I just remembered I have an emergency to take care of, so I'm heading out. Just wire me the money for the gift, since the wedding isn't happening anyway."His departure triggered a chain reaction throughout the room."Yeah, I'm t
"Damian, don't let them fool you!" Still clad in her wedding dress, Camille clutched Damian's arm, her face contorting with rage despite her flawless bridal makeup."Evelyn probably found these extras on Craigslist. Are you seriously going to believe their claims? She's obviously trying to mess with your head!"A few of the reporters rolled their eyes.Just then, the hotel manager stepped forward again, wiping the sweat from his brow."Look, is this Ms. Rowan's wedding or not? If it isn't, I need you all to clear out. The city officials are arriving any minute, and the ceremony is scheduled to start soon."One of the reporters let out a mocking scoff from behind his camera. "Seriously, lady. Get a grip, will you? We're broadcasting this live right now. If you think we're a bunch of actors, pull up the stream and see for yourself."A live broadcast?The color drained from Camille's face.Behind her, one of the groomsmen gasped as he checked his phone."Holy crap, Damian! They r
Sebastian Whitmore pulled me close, checking over me from head to toe. "Are you alright?"I nodded faintly.Several reporters spotted him and pushed through the crowd toward us."Are you Mr. Whitmore? The famous doctor who saved countless lives across war zones and even met with several world leaders? We heard you never make public appearances outside active war zones. What brings you here today?"Sebastian offered a faint smile, not shying away from the cameras. He gave a relaxed nod. "I'm here to support my wife at her commendation ceremony.""That's impossible!"Damian's face twisted in fury as he stormed forward, trying to tear us apart. "Evelyn is my fiancee! She's here to marry me!"Before he could even touch me, the bodyguards standing behind Sebastian stepped up and pinned him to the floor.Damian had been out of the military for four years, and his fitness was nowhere near what it used to be. His cheek rubbed against the carpet, his suit wrinkled, leaving him looking t
The award-winning photo on display captured a harrowing scene.In the middle of the rubble, facing the barrel of an enemy rifle, a girl as thin as a skeleton raised her hands like a toy gun. She was smiling, looking like she was just playing a game with friends.Camille sneered. "You stood right next to that kid, saw the danger she was in, and did nothing. You just stood there taking your sweet time, snapping photos. "How could you call yourself a war correspondent? You went looking for cheap shock value just to win a prize. For all we know, you bought those pictures. "Anyone can spend a few years hiding out abroad and claim they were on the front lines. Who's going to check?"Because she spoke with such conviction, the guests looked back and forth between the photograph and me, their expressions shifting.As his face hardened, Damian turned on me and barked, "Evelyn, I can't believe how cunning you are! You played me for a fool."He scanned the venue, gesturing toward the man







