Poisoned

The wedding hall was filled to the brim with men and women from the echelon of the society. The family of the bride and groom took the front rows while waiting patiently for the couple to arrive.

On the stage was the priest, waiting for the groom to join him. In no time, Asher walked into the hall with camera lights going off as the media fought to take photos of him.

Unlike other grooms that would walk up the stage with beams, Asher was like a man going to war.

Behind Asher was another cute guy with white hair, who was all smiles as he followed Asher to the altar and stood a distance away from him. He was Lucian.

“Old man Wilson, what’s with your grandson? Is he against this marriage?” an old man, who was sitting beside Asher’s grandfather asked with a straight face.

“Old man Quinn, my grandson’s face should not be a problem to you. You should be more worried about your granddaughter.”

“What are you talking about?” Old man Quinn, an old man with Grey and black hair, who also see