The warmth of celebration lingered in the air, soft laughter and music weaving gently through the reception hall. Conversations flowed easily again after the emotional exchange between Steven, Jennifer, and Elias. Glasses were raised, smiles returned, and the evening carried on with a renewed sense of closeness. But then... near the entrance of the reception hall, a quiet ripple moved through the guests. Heads turned. Conversations lowered. A few murmurs spread, soft but unmistakable. The doors had opened. And two figures stepped in. Harry Milton and Sarah. They didn’t enter with confidence. They didn’t carry the effortless composure of the other guests. Instead… there was hesitation in their steps, heaviness and Sarah held a gift box in both hands, her fingers gripping it slightly tighter than necessary. It was beautifully wrapped, elegant even but the way she held it betrayed something deeper. Shame, Harry walked beside her, his posture stiff, his expression c

The celebration continued, bright and full of life. Music flowed effortlessly through the hall. Laughter rose and fell in waves. The dance floor stayed alive with movement as couples swayed, friends pulled one another into playful spins, and the newlyweds remained at the center of it all—smiling, glowing, untouched by anything beyond the moment. But far from the warmth of the reception… Far from the golden lights and soft music… There was someone else watching, not from within but from a distance. Jackson Milton, he hadn’t come to the wedding. He couldn’t possibly, not after everything... not after the choices he had made… the silence he had kept… the lines he had crossed. There was no place for him there, not anymore he knew this so why bother attend and make a fool of himself even more? He knew deep down that, the blood feud he has with Steven wasn't something he could erase or just forget. He has come way too far to surrender. Yet... he watched. From the quiet o

Due to the tiredness of the wedding, they couldn't consummate their wedding night, that very day. Steven on the other hand, felt there was no need to rush at all as they had forever to make love. So they simply settled in, took shower together and went to bed in each other's arms. Steven Kahuna had other mischievous plans for his wife, the next day, and he couldn't wait, but for now... he gave her the love she needed by making sure she was comfortable in his arms. ***The next day in Hawaii*** They woke up extremely tired due to the rigorous activity the day before. The guests, they made feel welcomed, the smiles, it was all quite exhausting, but now they had all day to enjoy and rejuvenate, in other words gain energy. The ocean stretched endlessly before them, blue meeting blue, sunlight dancing across the surface like scattered diamonds. Jennifer stood still for a moment, her fingers loosely wrapped around Steven’s hand as the warm breeze brushed against her skin. “

Ever since the wedding yesterday, Thiago hasn't been himself, he has been restless he kept reminiscing about every details of the wedding. ****Flash back to the wedding reception**** The night was supposed to end in peace but it sure didn’t. The reception hall glowed under soft gold light, the kind designed to make everything look warmer than it truly was. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen stars above a sea of elegant guests. Laughter rose in gentle waves, glasses clinked, and the final song of the evening played—slow, deliberate, meant to close the celebration on a perfect note. At the center of it all, Steven danced with his bride, not for show, just… sincerely. And that sincerity was rare in their world. Which was exactly why Elias Smith intended to protect it. From across the room, he watched them...his expression calm, almost proud. His posture relaxed, but his eyes… his eyes missed nothing. Not the exits, not the guards and most certainly not him, Thia

The handle turned, slowly as though the person on the other side had all the time in the world. Thiago didn’t move, didn’t even blink. The gun in his hand remained steady, aimed not at the door, but slightly off to the side. He wasn’t expecting a rush or chaos, he knew better. Diego, however, shifted his stance, tightening his grip on his weapon. “Say the word,” he muttered under his breath. Thiago didn’t respond because the door opened. And Elias Smith walked in, there was no force, no noise, no resistance... just entry. Like he belonged there, like he owned the place. Two men followed behind him... silently and armed. Their movements were precise, but they didn’t scan the room. They didn’t need to, everything had already been handled. Elias stepped forward, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve as though he had just arrived for a casual meeting not a confrontation years in the making. His eyes lifted and met Thiago’s. For a moment, nothing moved, not the air and