~~~Large , fancy chandeliers, suddenly find their way up the ceiling of the antique mosque, and radiant colourful lights making it seem just like a chapel ground, the typical white wedding. There's a long roll of red carpet at the center with chairs covered in two rows of blue and white linen, filing both sides of the once–empty mosque. Beautiful flowers, lavished all around in elongated ceramic vases along the carpeted floor. A continuous row of dishes, and fine wines. A grand wedding indeed. It's Impossible to tell how hastily the decorations were planned. It looks just perfect. Normal. And Happy. Such words shouldn't be used to describe such a wedding. To the commoners and bystanders, it's an unnecessary lavish wedding of a philanthropist and a tycoon, but to the other world, it's a fancily decorated war zone, and the groom is nothing close to innocent, or whatever picture the society have of him. Both rival families know the extent of these, except that one of the families is

MarcoI'm getting really restless. What could be taking so long? The crowd is begining to murmur. Just as I'm about to leave the podium, I see a woman standing at the entrance, clothed in white with a flower bouquet in her hands, and a veil over her face. The congregation awards a standing ovation as she walks in.I couldn't hide the smile on my face as she approaches the altar.“Right about time,” I heard the priest say but I didn't take my eyes off the prize. SARAH.She looks elegant in the dress. I admired the dress at the boutique but I never imagined it would fit so perfectly on her. And her breast. They look fuller than ever.I can imagine how hot our honeymoon would be. I haven't made any plans yet but that's not a problem. I've the resources. More than enough, now.She takes her position in front of me as the audience takes thier seat. The hall is quiet as ever as the priest begins,“ Brethren, families and loved ones...Everyone basically...”I shoot the priest a glance wonder

MarcoI've had a week to myself. No guards. No Andrey. No relations. It's not enough time for me to get over Sarah's death but I needed the space. Waking up this morning, I feel refreshed, still very much miserable. Andrey hasn't been home. I'm surprised. I wanted him to be around to hear the big announcement I have for everyone. An announcement I never imagined I would make.But with what happened to Sarah, with all that she suffered before her death, it's only right for me to step up and act.Father warned me about stepping foot back there. All I wanted was Sarah's body. She deserves a befitting burial. But I guess father is right. The government must be working round the clock to capture the culprit. And with my name on the invite, my father's warnings are valid. Forcing myself out of gloom and grief, unlike the past few days, I feel nothing. Just cold blood revenge against everyone involved in this. Including my father. There's no way he's innocent. He was so quick to check her

SarahI missed him. At some point I thought he found out I've been following him. But from the little I know about Marco, he would have come for me. I'm not sure I want that. Or maybe I do, or why else did I follow him down here. Why did I try to save him? What if he saw me? He'll never forgive me for what I did. Some part of me cares alot for him. So much so that I was willing to risk everything to save him. As I watch him leave back there, it felt like old times. When my life was still less complex and all I had to do was carry out Betty's bidding.The clock is ticking fast and I'm running out of time. I'm afraid I might have lost my way as I try to trace the road back to my father's mansion. Shawn might be awake any minute. I can't tell if it was the sex that put him fast to sleep or the drug I used on him. Which ever it is. By now it should be wearing out and I can't fucking find my way.There's a wooden plank showing direction to the west. I've seen that more than twice in one n

Sarah“How long are we going to be in hiding?” I ask, sitting at the edge of the bed in the tiny room as Shawn stands all day at the window, looking out for God knows who.“Not for long. I just need to be sure....”“Sure about what? I'm getting sick of all these crap—”“Keep your voice down,” Shawn hurries back to me, using his palm as a bridle against my lips. “I'm doing my best to help us stay out of trouble here.”He forces me to sit on the bed, still preventing me from speaking.“Don't ruin my efforts.” And with a threatening long stare, he lets me go, heading back to the window. I get up immediately,“Where do you think you're going?”“Do I also need your permission to use the rest room?” I snap back rolling my eyes as I enter the bathroom. I wash my face in the running tap, trying to stay awake–Shawn's instruction wouldn't spare me a minute nap. There after, I reach for a band in my cargo pocket. As I pull out a black band, a note drops on the wet floor.I quickly pick it up bef