At the bridal shop, I saw fresh dark marks across my sister’s back. She whispered, “If I cancel, his father will ruin us.” I kissed her cheek and said, “Then we won’t cancel.” But by morning, the groom had no idea who was waiting at the aisle.

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 continue reading …