LOGINCarl was rushed out of the wedding hall immediately. The sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance sped away from the Wyndham estate, carrying Carl inside, fighting to stay alive. Blood had soaked his clothes, and the medics worked fast, trying to keep him stable as the vehicle drove toward the hospital. Another ambulance followed closely behind. This one carried Stephen Winthrope. The old man lay motionless on the stretcher, his eyes lifeless. Even before the ambulance doors were shut, the officers already knew he would not survive. Still, protocol had to be followed. Inside the hall, chaos slowly began to settle. Delphine sat alone on the podium, her wedding dress spread around her like a bitter joke. Tears streamed endlessly down her face. Her body shook as she cried loudly, not caring who was watching anymore. Her parents stood nearby, unable to lift their heads. Shame wrapped around them like a heavy blanket. They had come to the wedding with pride, believing their
The hall slowly erupted into low murmurings. Whispers spread from one corner to another. It was like a dangerous wave that refused to die down. Faces turned toward each other, confusion and shock written clearly on everyone's expression. Stephen Winthrope sat stiffly in his seat. He had expected chaos, but not this kind. And he had come prepared. He had expected his men to burst into the hall by now. At least, that was the plan. He had expected screams, panic, blood—anything that would turn attention away from him. But nothing happened. Not a single one of his men appeared. That was the moment Stephen knew. This was not going his way. His heart sank heavily in his chest as realization hit him with full force. Everything had been a setup. Every step. Every delay, and every silence. He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. He should have known. He should have known that Lene would talk. He should have known that fear would make them betray him. He should hav
The wedding hall was beautifully decorated with life flowers. The walkway glitter like diamonds in the sky. Every arrangement was perfect. The large chandeliers glitters, casting golden light on the guests giving them a radiant look. The wedding procession was about to kick off. The priest was already standing in his place. Carl stood at the podium with the priest, waiting for the bride to walk in. The wedding was well planned. Delphine had her Bridesmaids and Carl, he also had his groomsmen. Landon was the best man and Clara, a model, was Delphine's maid of honour. Delphine's parents sat at the front row by the right while John and Gladys sat by the left. Just like John who wore a white suit, the same with Gladys, her lace dress was completely white. Everything looked perfect and you could see the bright faces of Delphine's parents. They looked happy. On the other hand, John's face was blank, no one could tell what was going on in the man's mind. The ongoing music changed a
The Wyndham estate buzzed with wedding activities. Visitors arrived at the mansion. Stone had hired the service of more security personnels for more security purposes. These security men have been divided into different sections. Some were coordinating the parking area as guests arrived. The order was to search every guest, making sure no one was able to smuggle in any dangerous weapons. Security cameras have been fixed in every strategic area of the mansion. Some cameras were visible, CCTV surveillance. While some were hidden for strategic purposes. Carl and Delphine's wedding will take place in the grand ballroom of the Wyndham family mansion. The place was just a bit of a distance from the mansion itself. While guests were still arriving, John was silently having a small meeting with his family members. The situation was intense and dangerous. John knew that the wedding would not hold. But they had to make it believable in order to achieve the purpose of it. The police and
Ben stepped out of his car and stood for a moment, staring at the tall glass building in front of him. I & A Atelier. The building rose twelve floors high, its glass walls shining under the bright Teriporto sun. People moved in and out with purpose, dressed neatly, looking busy and important. Ben adjusted his jacket and walked inside. The moment he entered, cool air welcomed him. The lobby was wide and elegant, decorated with modern art and soft lighting. He walked straight to the reception desk. Behind the desk stood a tall woman with short hair cut neatly into a pixie style. She looked professional and alert. When she saw him approach, she smiled politely. “Welcome to I & A Atelier, sir,” she said. “How may I help you?” “Hi,” Ben replied calmly. “I’m here to see the manager.” The woman nodded and turned to her computer. “Do you have an appointment, sir?” she asked while typing. “Yes,” Ben answered. “Alright,” she said after a moment. “The manager’s office is on the sixth fl
“Congratulations, brother,” Gabriel’s voice came through the phone, warm and calm. “I heard your wedding is next week.” Carl stopped pacing for a second, then continued walking slowly across the large office. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city outside, but his mind was far from the view. Too much had happened in the past two weeks, and work had suddenly become heavy on his shoulders. “Yes,” Carl replied, running a hand through his hair. “But we have a bigger problem right now. Father is dealing with too many things, and he can’t help much.” Gabriel sensed the tension in his brother’s voice. “What is the problem?” he asked. “Money is missing,” Carl said honestly. “Someone is stealing from the company. The good thing is that the account that was compromised has been blocked.” Carl stopped pacing and leaned against the desk. His free hand swept his hair backward again. He felt lost. Office work was not his world. He was an actor, a man who lived in front of cameras, script







