You scan the vast wedding hall, your eyes catching faces from all over different nationalities, prominent figures but to you, it was just another cage. Despite the decorations and the noise of the celebrations, that heavy feeling never left you… A year ago, when he disappeared, he promised he would crash your wedding and set the world on fire for you. “You will never be anyone else’s bride. I will turn your wedding into a massacre.” And in a twisted way, you had been waiting for that moment with bated breath.

The man you stand before now, beside the nervous priest, is nothing but a puppet the son of a corrupt politician, whom your father sold you to like a cheap bargain. Disgust lingers inside you every time you look at him, and the priest’s words vanish in the fog of your thoughts.

Your eyes unknowingly shift toward the giant doors at the front of the hall… silently pleading inside, Alberto…

Suddenly, armed men storm the hall. Screams, gunshots, blood splattering everywhere… and the doors burst open violently revealing Alberto.

You didn’t even realize it, your smile appeared before you could think.

You didn’t see the bodies or the blood, only Alberto, in his black suit, walking with lethal confidence, as though a king entering his throne. His overpowering presence… even the priest’s throat went dry and he stopped speaking.

Matthew, the fool who claims to be your husband, tried to pull you away, but without hesitation, you slapped him across the face with your bouquet.

When Alberto reached you both, it was over. Without hesitation, Alberto slit Matthew’s throat right in front of you, coldly, mercilessly.

With blood-stained hands, he reached for you and without a second thought, your fingers found his.

Alberto approached the trembling priest, his voice calm, but carrying an order that could not be refused, the voice of a king of hell himself.

“Finish the ceremony… My bride doesn’t like to wait.”