In the warehouse where screams still echoed and bodies rotted like broken promises, the sea began to breathe again. The torture was etched deep into Richard’s flesh. His voice cracked with every breath, body twitching like a dying insect dragged across a cold, unforgiving floor. “Kill me, Iden! Please! Just kill me!” he wailed—each syllable torn from his throat, raw with agony. His body wasn’t his anymore. It was a punishment—alive only to suffer. Death, to him, was mercy. And mercy wasn’t coming. Iden stood still in the shadows, unmoved. “When will he return? Any news?” he asked quietly, more to the silence than to anyone else. Arthur shook his head, rubbing his temple. “He’s off the radar. Probably chasing someone through Naples. Kai’s not even answering the damn phone.” He took a drag from his cigarette, eyes hollow with sleeplessness. The ash trembled, unnoticed. Angelo’s fingers danced over the keyboard, screen aglow in the darkened space. Iden turned slightly. “And Ava
The reception glittered with opulence.Crystal chandeliers spilled golden light from vaulted ceilings, casting delicate shadows across tables draped in silk and dressed with ivory roses and snow orchids flown in from the Alps. The scent of aged Bordeaux mingled with saffron-laced lamb and the sharp bite of cologne, forming a tapestry of indulgence. Every corner whispered wealth. Cameras flashed, media hovered, and power-drenched guests—from billionaires to foreign dignitaries—leaned in close, eager to witness the moment that had ignited tabloids and whispered rumors for weeks:The grand reunion of Iden Ruan and Ellaya Stone.It was more than a spectacle. It was a statement.As if Iden wanted to scream from the tallest peak, “This woman—the most beautiful, untouchable woman alive—belongs to me.”So he’d done what only a man like him could: invited more than a thousand people, each holding a piece of the world in their palm, just to watch her shine beside him.Iden stood tall, a black s
His eyes locked onto hers—wide, searching, betrayed. Then he smiled. That broken, knowing smile. As if he’d always known it would end this way. She stepped back—slow, deliberate. The blood-stained veil fluttered behind her like torn angel wings. Her face unreadable. Calm. Cold. Triumphant. Only death. Only death. And now—it had arrived. Somewhere in the distance, a gun clattered to the floor. No one moved. “Iden!” Arthur’s voice cracked—raw with disbelief. But the cold press of a rifle into his ribs silenced him before he could take a step. Kai’s fists trembled. His whole body tensed, one breath away from lashing out—but two guards held him fast, one grinding a fist into his shoulder with bruising force. “Let me go!” Angelo roared, blood dripping down the side of his face. His glare locked on the woman behind the veil—seething. The crowd stood frozen. Breathless. Gasps rippled through them like distant thunder. Mothers clutched their children. Men hovered with hands rais
Ellaya sat still before the grand mirror, draped in a white-laced wedding gown that shimmered like moonlight. The delicate veil framed her sculpted face, and her hand, trembling ever so slightly, applied a final stroke of blood-red lipstick. Her amethyst eyes, now framed by flawless makeup, sparkled with beauty—but not with joy. There was no trace of a bride’s glow, no hint of a smile. Only the hollowness of betrayal haunted her reflection. A storm of memories spun in her mind like shards of broken glass. Her first wedding day with Iden—how she had run from her home with a heart full of foolish hope, blind to the cage she was walking into. Back then, he was her savior, her knight, her angel in disguise. She never realized he was also the architect of her ruin. The courtroom. Her confession. The accident. The heartbreak. The beginning of revenge. Now, once again, she was cloaked in white. But it no longer symbolized purity or new beginnings. It felt like a burial shroud—one for th
The moon hung heavy—full, luminous, so low it seemed poised to kiss the earth. Trees swayed in the cool night breeze, leaves rustling like whispers of forgotten lullabies. The wind brushed against Ellaya’s bare arms, her short satin nightgown fluttering around her thighs like a fragile ghost. Her wild hair tangled around her shoulders, caught by the breeze. One hand held a wine glass, the other a half-burnt cigarette. Smoke curled from her lips, melting into the foggy night, blending with the distant chorus of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl.The scent of wine and smoke clung to her skin, mingling with the cool air. She leaned against the wrought iron railing of the balcony, watching the darkness stretch endlessly before her.Tomorrow, it would be over. The last day. She would face Richeard—end what needed ending.The world already knew. Headlines screamed the news: Iden Devid Ruan and former singer Ellaya Stone were getting married. She’d made a brief public appearance—smi
“Good, very good… just like my little puppet.” Richard’s voice slithered through the phone like a serpent. Ellaya’s head snapped toward Iden. His jaw was clenched, teeth grinding. Tension flickered across his face like lightning about to strike. “That man never stopped looking for you,” Richard continued. “And now, here you are… right next to him.” Iden didn’t speak. He simply turned his back and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as if trying to shut out the voice on the other end of the call. “It’s a good opportunity, puppet. End him now.” Ellaya’s voice was calm, but her insides were shifting like tectonic plates. “It’s not as easy as you think, Richard. He’s surrounded by an unbreakable wall of security—and his coldest brothers. There’s no way to breach it.” “I know, I know…” Richard chuckled, darkly amused. “But for a wife? Breaking into her husband’s security should be a piece of cake, shouldn’t it?” “I’m not his wife.” Ellaya turned to Iden, locking ey