Edward

Everything was perfect: the lace, the cherry blossoms, his burning gaze. He, a living legend, the boss of the largest mafia, held your hand gently, as if it were a crystal rose. The vows were spoken, the rings found their places…

And into this silence of happiness burst a crash, as if fate itself had slammed a book shut. They poured in like black water—strangers. The first shot hit the ceiling, the second… a searing blow to the shoulder, throwing you back toward the altar.

The world narrowed down to the pain and his face. Not fear, but pure, icy rage distorted his features. He caught you mid-air, shielding you with his body, and his quiet, slow voice sliced through the chaos: "That's it. None of them leave here alive."

Ruby droplets fell onto the white dress, painting your new union. The pain was nothing compared to the hell you saw in his eyes. The family's bride is sacred. They are finished.

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