LOGINThere are things in this world that are far more precious than diamonds and gold. No matter how much people struggle, chase power, or fight for wealth, family will always come first. Money can be lost and replaced, but blood, love, and connection cannot be bought. Just a few seconds ago, John felt like the weight of the whole world was pressing down on his shoulders. His heart had been through fear, anger, grief, and shock all in one day. He had faced betrayal, gunshots, and near loss. But now, standing in the same room with his third son alive, his eldest son Gabriel returned, and his beloved daughter-in-law Isla safe and glowing, his joy could not be measured. For the first time in a long while, his heart felt full. Gladys was the first to react. She jumped up from her seat as if her body moved before her mind could process it. “Isla?” she cried out. “Oh my God… Isla, you’re back!” Her voice broke as she rushed forward. Tears filled her eyes as she pulled Isla into a tight embr
Carl truly looked like Gabriel. Anyone who did not know them well would easily mistake one for the other. They shared the same sharp features, the same strong jawline, and the same commanding presence. But when one looked closely, the differences appeared. Carl’s hair was lighter, his eyes softer, and his smile came easier. Gabriel was taller, broader, and carried the weight of responsibility in every step he took. Because of these small details, it was always easy for those who knew them well to tell the brothers apart. But the man standing at the door was neither Carl nor Gabriel. Still, at first glance, anyone would swear he was Gabriel Wyndham. He had the same dark hair, the same sharp eyes, and the same quiet strength in his posture. Even the way he stood—straight, alert, and guarded—was exactly how Gabriel stood. The resemblance was so strong it made everyone freeze in shock. John felt his knees weaken. His heart pounded loudly in his chest as his vision blurred. Tears fi
Carl 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







