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As the last well wishes faded, the screen flickered once more. This time, it
wasn’t a simulation, but a live feed of the actual wedding ceremony. The air
thrummed with the joyous melody of a string quartet, each note a celebration
echoing through the manicured gardens of Seattle’s illustrious Edward Prince
Estate. Scarlet rose petals rained down from the hands of bridesmaids and
groomsmen, painting a vibrant path against the lush emerald lawns. It was a
spectacle of opulence, designed to leave every witness breathless.
Aiden and Ethan, their faces drawn and pale, watched as the live feed on the
screen flickered to life, capturing the scene unfolding a continent away. The
fairytale castle, a monument to wealth and grandeur, loomed in the background,
its stone facade softened by cascading ivy.
Charles, a vision of masculine elegance in a crisp white suit, rode into view
atop a magnificent white stallion. Behind him, a horse–drawn carriage, gilded
and ornate, glided along the rose–petal path, its windows draped in ivory silk,
concealing the bride within.
The procession halted at the castle’s grand entrance. Charles, with a
practiced grace that bespoke years of equestrian skill, dismounted. He turned, his
hand extended towards the carriage, and for a heart–stopping moment, the
world seemed to hold its breath.
Then, Violet emerged.
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A collective gasp echoed through the room at the Foster Estate. Violet,
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radiant in a gown of ivory lace that shimmered like moonlight, placed her hand
in Charles’s. He lifted her effortlessly, his gaze locked on hers, a silent promise
exchanged in the depths of their eyes.
Step by deliberate step, Charles carried her towards the castle, the weight of
their future resting on his broad shoulders. It was a scene of such poignant
beauty, such unwavering certainty, that it felt like a knife twisting in Aiden’s gut.
Ethan slammed his fist on the table, the force of the blow rattling the
silverware, and grabbed his jacket, his movements fueled by a desperate urgency.
He didn’t even spare Aiden a glance as he stormed out, his mind a whirlwind of
betrayal and rage.
Plans, strategies, all of it faded into insignificance. All that mattered was
getting to me, stopping this charade, even if it was the last thing he did.
His car roared to life, tearing through the manicured streets with reckless.
abandon. He had to get to me, had to make me see reason, even if it meant
like the eyes of a predator in the gathering darkness. The impact was deafening,
metal screaming against metal, and then darkness swallowed him whole.
He was vaguely aware of a searing pain in his leg, a numbness that spread
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and for a terrifying moment, he thought he was going to die.
His fingers, trembling, reached for his phone. He had to call me, had to
explain, had to beg for forgiveness. But even as he dialed my number, he
Aiden, following close behind, witnessed the accident with a sickening lurch
in his gut. His own world felt as though it was crumbling around him, but Ethan…
Ethan needed him. With a Herculean effort, he pushed his own despair aside and
focused on his friend.
As he sped towards the hospital, Aiden clung to a desperate hope. The
wedding, as extravagant and meticulously planned as it was, was just a ceremony.
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