เข้าสู่ระบบHer legs gave out. She would have collapsed if Maya and Mia hadn't been holding her. "No, no, no," Fidelia whispered, shaking her head. "He can't be-he was just trying to help-he didn't deserve-" "Fidelia-" Maya started. "Is he dead?" Fidelia forced herself to ask the question, even though she didn't want to hear the answer. "Please tell me he's not dead." Mia took a shaky breath. "He's alive. But barely." Relief and dread washed over Fidelia in equal measure. "He's in surgery right now," Maya explained, her voice trembling. "The bullet hit his stomach. They said-" She had to stop and compose herself. "They said the next few hours are critical. If he makes it through the surgery, he has a chance. But it's not good, Fidelia. It's not good." Fidelia felt like she couldn't breathe. "This is my fault. He got shot because of me. Because Mace was trying to take me and he-" "He chose to help you," Mia interrupted firmly. "He made that choice. You didn't force him to do anything." "B
Back in StarField City The hospital waiting room was filled with an exhausted and active nurse in group. Patients were moving around the hospital. Andrian sat in a chair near the window, still wearing his bloodstained wedding clothes. He only had is singlet on as he had used white shirt for Marvin's wound. He hadn't moved in hours. His hands were clasped together, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. Sarah sat nearby, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She'd been silent for the past hour, just staring at her hands. Then she stood up again paced back and forth, unable to sit still, her face pale and drawn. On the television mounted in the corner, the news was playing on loop. "BREAKING NEWS: Biggest Heist in Decades - Wealthy Families Robbed at Island Wedding" The anchor's voice was grave as footage played-blurred images of the island venue, police boats, ambulances. "Armed robbers targeted a private wedding on Richardson Island last night, holding over 300 guests host
Mace's finger found the trigger and then he pressed it. BANG! Andrian heart beat pumped hard as the sound exploded. The single shot rang out, loud and sharp Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. "No!!!" Fidelia screamed. Marvin's grip immediately loosened. His eyes went wide with shock and pain. The bullet had hit him in the stomach. "Oh my God!" Fidelia screamed as blood poured from Marvin's mouth and stomach. "MARVIN!" Mace shoved the wounded man off him and scrambled to his feet. He didn't hesitate, didn't look back. He rushed through the door, turned, and fired several more shots blindly back into the hall to prevent anyone from following. BANG! BANG! BANG! Andrian had to dive back behind cover as bullets whizzed past his head. Mace grabbed a rifle that had been dropped near the door and jammed it through the door handles from the outside, effectively locking it. "MACE!" Andrian roared, slamming his fist against the door. But it wouldn't budge. By the time he c
Brian and Kira had their weapons aimed on their targets—Brian on Zayn, Kira on Victor. Their fingers were steady on the triggers, waiting for the right moment to take the shot. But Andrian barely cared about them. His rage, his focus, his entire attention was locked on one person. Mace. The man who'd killed their own people and orchestrated this nightmare. Andrian's eyes swept the smoky hall, searching through the chaos, for that familiar silhouette. "Where is he?" Andrian muttered, moving through the thinning smoke. "Where the hell is Mace?" Kira's voice crackled through his earpiece. "Andrian, I don't have eyes on him. He's not with Zayn or Victor—" "Everyone find him," Andrian snapped. "NOW." He ordered the rest of his guys But Mace was already gone. While everyone had been focused on neutralizing the gang members, while the smoke had provided cover, Mace had slipped away. He'd moved through the chaos like a ghost, abandoning Zayn and Victor without a second thought. Be
Five minutes earlier before Andrian and Fidelia arrived at the wedding hall. The door of the Security Center opened gently and Kira entered quickly, followed by Brian and six men in tactical gear. All of them were equipped with firearms and wearing bulletproof vests—serious hardware that made them look like a SWAT team. Fidelia stared at them in confusion. 'What are Brian and Kira doing with guns? And who are these people?' she thought, her mind racing. The Brian she'd met earlier seemed like just Andrian's friendly childhood friend. But now, seeing him in tactical gear, weapon in hand, moving with military precision—he was something else entirely. "Andrian," Fidelia said quietly, pulling him aside for a moment. "What's going on? Why does Brian have a gun? Who are these men?" "Brian isn't just my childhood friend," Andrian explained quickly. "He's a government agent. Has been for years.” Fidelia's eyes widened. "A government agent? And you didn't think to mention this?" "I cou
The five-minute countdown had reached zero. Mace was still sitting in his chair, swirling his whiskey, looking satisfied. Zayn had the gun pressed firmly against Mia's temple, enjoying the power. Victor was coordinating with his men, positioning them around the hall. None of them saw it coming. The first gunshot came from an unexpected angle a window high above the main entrance. CRACK One of the gang members guarding the north door suddenly jerked and fell, clutching his shoulder. His rifle clattered to the floor. Before anyone could process what happened, more shots rang out from different directions. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK Four more gang members went down in rapid succession—shoulder shots, hand shots, leg shots. With accuracy only to incapacitate, not kill. Kira, Brian, and Andrian's six-man team had arrived. They burst through multiple entrances simultaneously—the main doors, side exits, service corridors. Some had been stationed above on the mezzanine level. Others h







