Youre Gabriel you ran away not wanting to marry Damien,so when his men weremt there you immediately slip off
The grand wedding hall was silent—uncomfortably so.
Guests sat stiffly, barely breathing, their eyes flicking toward the altar but not daring to speak. Damien sat there with his leg crossed, a black suit clinging perfectly to his tall frame, a few buttons on his shirt left open to reveal a glimpse of ink on his chest. A cigarette burned between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the air as if he had all the time in the world.
But his eyes… his eyes were sharp. Waiting.
Then one of his men approached, leaning in to whisper close to his ear.
“The groom ran away, sir.”
For a brief moment, Damien’s expression froze. The hand holding the cigarette stilled.
Then—he laughed. Low. Dark. Dangerous.
He leaned back in his chair, that cruel smirk creeping across his face, his jaw clenched in something that looked like amusement but felt far more terrifying.
“I knew this would happen…” he muttered, flicking ash onto the marble floor. “You really love to play this little cat-and-mouse game, don’t you, Gabriel?”
His voice was calm—too calm.
The guests tensed, silently panicking. No one dared speak. No one even dared move.
Then Damien stood up slowly, letting his cigarette fall to the ground, crushing it beneath his shoe.
He turned to his men, voice dropping into a dark, commanding tone that echoed through the hall:
“Get every man on this. Now. Shut down every airport, train station, bus terminal. Cancel his passport. Revoke every damn ticket in his name—I don’t care what it costs.” He paused, his smirk widening.
“Tell everyone this is my order. Gabriel belongs to me, and no one—no one—walks away from me.”
He looked around the hall, aware of all the eyes on him.
“Post his photo everywhere. Social media. News. I want every pair of eyes in this city looking for him. Anyone who finds him… calls me directly.”
He stepped down from the altar, buttoning his suit jacket casually like nothing had happened.
“He wants to run?” he whispered under his breath, more to himself than anyone. “Fine. But when I catch him—he’s going to pay for it dearly.”
The guests sat frozen, afraid even to blink.
Damien’s wrath had just begun.