A dramatic wedding

Andrew swiftly signed the contract, reassuring Astrid with a gentle smile. Together, they proceeded with the wedding, their tension easing.

As Mrs. Thompson exited, her wary glance swept the room, anticipating Mira's potential disruption. To prevent chaos, she had doubled the wedding security, ensuring extra precautions.

Astrid marveled at her transformation, twirling elegantly in her stunning wedding gown. She took a moment to capture memories, posing for photos before joining her father at the ceremony.

As they entered, Andrew's gaze locked onto Astrid, captivated by her dazzling smile. Every aspect of her entranced him – her poise, beauty and innocence.

At the altar, their eyes met, and Astrid's cheeks flushed softly, still grasping the surreal reality of marrying Andrew.

The vow exchange commenced, with the adorable ring bearer presenting the rings. Andrew revealed black wedding bands, his eyes sparkling with surprise. Astrid's eyes widened, intrigued.

Just then, George and his mother including Mira burst in, their sudden arrival shattering the serenity. George wore a tailored suit, while Amira donned the exquisite wedding dress Mrs. Thompson had purchased for Mira. The audience gasped collectively.

George stormed to the altar, his movements forceful. He forcibly removed the ring from Astrid's finger and discarded it, his actions sparking shock.

"The Thompsons are greedy," George declared, his voice ringing through the silence. "Astrid and I are engaged. Andrew, already betrothed to Mira, seduced my fiancée, got her pregnant and now attempts to steal my bride!"

The congregation erupted into shocked whispers, their murmurs filling the air. Mrs. Thompson's health faltered under the intense stress.

Andrew rushed to her side, concern etched on his face. George grasped Astrid's hand firmly, his grip unyielding. Andrew and Astrid tried to intervene, but George restrained her, his eyes blazing with determination.

George Walton's words hung in the air: "We all know the Thompsons don't accept illegitimate children, but today that changes." His eyes locked onto the priest as he produced a ring. "Get us married now!!"

Astrid's struggles intensified as George's grip tightened. The congregation exchanged bewildered glances. Uncertainty gripped the priest's face.

A gun appeared, pressed against the priest's head. Time seemed to freeze. Pandemonium erupted as screams filled the air.

The reporters rushed to the altar to record the scene because this will surely make the headlines and promote them.

Five heavily armed men in black suits emerged from the shadows, sealing off escape routes. Guests cowered beneath chairs, terrified. George's father, Mr Smith, let out a calculated laugh. "Your stupidity is astounding, George. And to think, you're not even my legitimate son."

Sir Galton rose, his clapping echoing sarcastically. "Stealing another man's bride, what a bold move." Sir Galton commented.

"Are you talking to Andrew?"George asked his voice trembling and Sir Galton's smirk widened. "Andrew's free to choose whoever he fancies and you're to take your eyes away from who he fancies. You must accept it. Let her go."

A gun pressed against George's head, forcing his surrender. He released Astrid, his eyes never leaving hers. The doctor rushed to revive Mrs. Thompson. As she stirred, her gaze fell upon reporters capturing the chaos. Despite her frail health, she summoned the strength to order security to escort them out.

Sir Galton bent down, retrieving the ring Judge had discarded. Her eyes locked onto Andrew's as she handed it to him. "Proceed with the wedding," she instructed.

Andrew's fingers closed around the ring, his gaze briefly meeting Sir Galton's. A subtle wink passed between them.

George was forcibly removed from the altar, Mira by his side. They were relegated to the front row, their wedding attire now a cruel irony. Fear gripped the congregation.

Astrid's thoughts swirled. Andrew's motivations were starkly clear: he sought to legitimize his child, not love her. Her heart sank.

As the ceremony resumed, Astrid's doubts intensified. What secrets lay hidden beneath Andrew's polished facade? His connection to Sir Galton and the men in black suits hinted at darkness.

She scanned Andrew's hands, searching for tattoos or scars, but found none. Yet, Sir Galton's influence and the men's deference suggested otherwise. Was Andrew a skilled fighter, hiding his true nature?

Mrs. Thompson's serene expression betrayed no concern, as if she held secrets. Astrid's apprehension deepened.

With trembling voice, Astrid exchanged vows. The words felt hollow. As they sealed their union with a kiss, applause erupted.

A standing ovation. Whispers spread: "Congratulations to our boss!" Astrid's mind reeled. "Boss?" "Mafia boss?" Her forced smile concealed her terror.

Astrid slumped, exhausted. Today, her wedding day, had unraveled into chaos. Fear lingered, suffocating her. Their bedroom, once a sanctuary, now felt oppressive. Decorations seemed mocking, and teddy bears sat awkwardly beside the bed. Drawers overflowed with toys, a stark reminder of joy she couldn't feel. Andrew's smile only heightened her frustration.

"Who are you?" Astrid asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air, heavy with emotion. Andrew's smile faltered, anticipating this moment. Revealing his truth seemed impossible.

Andrew began undressing, preparing for a shower. Astrid's irritation grew. "You're ignoring me, hiding something. Explain today's drama," she pressed, desperation creeping into her voice. "Tell me who you really are, what you're hiding, and what's going on."

Andrew's thoughts swirled. Sir Galton's words echoed: "Join the mafia gang, your father's legacy." His father's untimely death had thrust him into the spotlight. Automatically, they wanted him to rule next. But how could he reveal this to Astrid?

Andrew approached Astrid, trying to kiss her attempting intimacy. But she pushed him away, annoyed. "You're doing this again," she said, referencing the unresolved issue of Kimberly's pictures. "Explain yourself. We're married now; we must communicate." Andrew withdrew, silence speaking volumes.

Astrid rose, her eyes brimming with tears. "You're shutting me out." She walked away, seeking solace in the guest room. Andrew seethed, frustration boiling over. Their honeymoon dreams now seemed tainted.

He thought of their honeymoon plans, now overshadowed by tension. Fear for his safety and Astrid's well-being gripped him. He decided to end the games, but uncertainty lingered. Would Astrid ever understand him?