Chapter 8: The Doors Opened Again
He thought the marks were hidden.
He thought Mara’s silence meant surrender.
He thought I stood in the second row because I had accepted defeat.
Then the doors opened.
Mara entered on our father’s arm, breathtaking in the same ivory gown. Her back was covered now, the fabric flawless, her face calm enough to frighten anyone who truly knew her.
Elian’s smile widened.
Victor leaned back, satisfied.
The priest began.
“Dearly beloved—”
The chapel doors opened again.
Not with a crash.
Not with drama.
Just wide enough for six federal agents to step inside.
The music faded one instrument at a time.
Agent Naomi Price walked down the aisle in a navy suit, her badge visible, her expression carved from stone.
Victor stood.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Naomi did not even look at him. Continue Reading ⬇️
