Blood on White Vows
Weddings were meant to be perfect.
Flawless.
Beautiful.
But perfection…
Was fragile.
The venue shimmered with elegance.
Crystal lights.
White roses.
Soft music floating through the air.
Everything was exactly as it should be.
Rich.
Powerful.
Untouchable.
Just like the man standing at the altar.
Damian "El Diablo" Reyes stood still, dressed in black, his presence alone commanding the entire room.
Guests filled the seats—
Business elites.
Powerful figures.
Men who smiled politely…
But feared him deeply.
Because no one came to his wedding out of joy.
They came…
Because they had to.
Then—
The music changed.
Soft.
Elegant.
Final.
Every head turned.
Elara Voss appeared.
Dressed in white.
Walking slowly down the aisle.
Beautiful.
Untouchable.
Unbreakable.
But beneath it all—
Dangerous.
Because this wasn't a bride walking to love.
This was a woman walking into war.
Her father stood beside her, his face heavy with guilt.
Her mother silently crying.
Ethan watching with clenched fists, trying to stay strong.
And at the end of it all—
Damian.
Waiting.
Watching.
Owning the moment.
Elara's eyes met his.
And for a second—
Everything else disappeared.
No guests.
No music.
No world.
Just them.
Two forces about to collide.
She reached him.
The ceremony began.
Words were spoken.
Vows recited.
But none of it mattered.
Because everyone in that room knew—
This wasn't real.
"Do you take—"
The officiant's voice was cut off.
A gunshot.
The sound shattered everything.
Loud.
Violent.
Final.
Screams erupted instantly.
Guests ducked.
Chaos exploded.
Security moved fast—
But not fast enough.
Another shot.
Then another.
Glass shattered.
People ran.
The perfect wedding turned into panic within seconds.
"Elara!"
Her father's voice broke through the noise.
But she didn't move.
Couldn't.
Because her eyes were locked on something—
Someone.
At the far end of the hall—
A man stood.
Gun raised.
Breathing hard.
Desperate.
Broken.
Victor Hale.
He was supposed to be gone.
Finished.
Erased.
But here he was.
Alive.
And furious.
"You think you can destroy lives and walk away?!" he shouted, his voice raw with rage.
"This ends today, Reyes!"
The room froze again.
But this time—
Not from fear.
From shock.
Because this wasn't just an attack.
This was revenge.
Damian didn't flinch.
Didn't move.
Didn't react.
He simply looked at him.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Like this was expected.
"You're persistent," Damian said quietly.
Victor laughed bitterly.
"You took everything from me!"
His grip tightened on the gun.
"And now I take something from you."
The gun shifted.
Not at Damian.
At Elara.
Time slowed.
Every breath.
Every heartbeat.
Every second stretching into eternity.
"No!"
Adrian's voice cracked as he tried to move.
But it was too late.
The trigger pulled.
A shot rang out.
And someone stepped in front of her.
A body fell.
Silence.
Heavy.
Shocking.
Unreal.
Elara's eyes widened, her breath catching as she looked down—
At the person lying in front of her.
Blood spreading.
Still.
Unmoving.
The white wedding floor…
Now stained red.
Her hands trembled slightly.
Because whoever it was—
They had taken a bullet meant for her.
And behind her—
Damian's expression changed.
For the first time—
Not calm.
Not controlled.
But something darker.
Something dangerous.
Something deadly.
Because this?
This wasn't just an attack anymore.
This was personal.
And whoever pulled that trigger…
Had just made the biggest mistake of their life