What do you think of Brandon's poem?
Brandon’s POVI’ve always said it before: expressing my heart in poetry, in painting, and in songs is what I love to do for Alessandra. Gift-giving is what I enjoy and am happy to do for her. Even while we are on this vacation, I cannot go without letting her know how deeply I love her. So I set out to let my pen do the talking, just like I've done countless times before.From where I sit, I can see her at the front of the yacht, wearing that beautiful, sexy bikini and holding a glass of her favorite drink in hand. She looks like she belongs on the cover of a magazine, like a goddess of summer. Her straw hat sits perfectly atop her head, and she looks absolutely breathtaking as she lies down, her eyes lost in the magic of the sunset.Trust me when I say there is no woman more beautiful, more adorable, or more attractive at this moment. My heart swells just watching her, and I am once again grateful for every second I get to spend with her.And how can I let this moment slip by withou
Sandra’s POVI’ve just woken up this morning, feeling the early sunlight streaming through the curtains. As I stretch and try to shake off the remnants of sleep, I reach for my phone. Without even turning on the TV, I’m immediately bombarded with news: “Brandon and Alessandra are getting married.”What does that even mean? How did we get here? My mind is racing, trying to process the reality of the situation.“They only announced that they went on vacation, and now, they’re suddenly getting married?”Twitter is ablaze with activity. Every trending topic revolves around Alessandra and Brandon, and the hashtags are relentless, like a storm battering the shore with unyielding waves:#AlessandraBrandon#GettingMarried#WhoIsGettingMarried#LoveIsTrueWhenWithTheRightPerson#WhoWouldHaveThoughtEach trending topic I tap on reveals a flurry of discussions about Alessandra and Brandon. Some users go as far as to upload a picture of the couple, captioning it with “LOVE I SEE.” The constant stre
Brandon’s POVI can no longer wait to do this. Trust me, I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment for a long time, and finally being able to experience it today feels like a dream come true.How could I not look my best on my wedding day? Not just any wedding day, but a wedding day with the love of my life? This is a milestone I’ve been dreaming about for so long, and now it’s happening.It doesn’t matter that we’re in a foreign country, on vacation, where we don’t know anyone. Today, we are having this wedding, and we will be united as husband and wife from this moment forward.Alessandra and I have put everything into making sure we look our best. We’ve chosen the finest attire to mark this special occasion. While I understand that a grand wedding might have been ideal, something to make waves and captivate everyone back home, we’ve decided to start with a small, intimate ceremony. Later, when we return to our home country, we’ll have the grand celebration, one that will truly ref
Lucas’ POVFinally, the day we have all waited for is here, and I am more than ready. My heart pounds with a mix of anticipation and grim determination. This isn't just another job; it's a culmination of planning and patience.It is God’s duty to forgive, and it is our duty to send Alessandra back to Him so He can forgive her. Forgiveness is not a word in our dictionary—it's a concept we can't afford. Every step we take towards her is a step towards putting her in her place.How can we not be satisfied doing this job, ending her life with a single pull of the trigger? The thought of her thinking she could destroy what puts food on our table and live freely afterward fuels a deep-seated rage. She’s never truly understood the consequences of crossing us.We have prepared the pistols, and we have prepared our suits. After all, it is a wedding—an elaborate one at that—and we must look the part. Each of us is clad in our finest, but beneath the polished exterior lies the cold determination
Lucas’ POVThe smile on Alessandra’s face is a sign of her vulnerability, and she does not know it yet. As she curls her arm around Brandon’s shoulder and sets her legs forward, ready to dance, Brandon takes her other hand and folds it into his, while his other hand rests on her waist.Then the music begins, and they both start moving in rhythm to the music like two synchronized dancers lost in a perfect, harmonious embrace.This dance is the newly introduced French dance. It is not the first time we have seen this type of dance, but with Alessandra and Brandon, they have added their uniqueness to it, which makes it so interesting to watch.In this vein, their love for each other is also evident. With this dance, even the blind can see that these lovebirds truly love each other. However, that is none of our business. Our business remains only to take down Alessandra, and the fact that their dancing is so captivating is a good thing for us because it draws people’s attention.Even so,
Sandra’s POVI am behind the wheel, driving on what should be an enjoyable ride, but the thrill is replaced by gnawing anxiety. My mind drifts, and I notice a digital billboard flashing with the latest news updates. The traffic is slow, but that’s a blessing right now. I have all the time in the world to absorb the details of the breaking news.The billboard, which was earlier promoting Beyoncé’s upcoming musical concert, now shifts to a serious news update. My heart skips a beat as I read the new headline. The news anchor, a woman I recognize from countless TV reports, is now speaking directly to me through the screen.This woman is not just a newscaster; she’s a fixture in the city’s news landscape. Her face is synonymous with breaking news, and seeing her now feels like a personal invasion of my privacy.“Just a few minutes ago, Matriarch Alessandra Russo, the richest woman in the country, was just shot! The shooter has yet to be identified.”A rush of satisfaction floods over me.
Brandon’s POVAs the wedding ceremony begins, a wave of excitement washes over me. Alessandra, looking breathtaking in her elegant gown, is meticulously instructing her security guard to be vigilant. Today is not just any day; it’s one of the most significant milestones in her life, and she’s determined that everything goes flawlessly.Her personal security detail is tasked with welcoming her mother and sister with the utmost respect and guiding them to the VIP section. The same level of courtesy is to be extended to all the invited guests. Every detail is meticulously planned, and Alessandra’s dedication is palpable.I glance over at my dad's head of security, and give him a nod. He understands the gravity of the day and ensures that his team follows the same protocols.Today is crucial for both of us, and we can’t afford any disruptions or strict security measures that might impede the flow of our celebration. We’ve decided to ease up a bit, allowing the event to proceed with a sense
Alessandra’s POVThe instant the bullet strikes my shoulder, a searing pain shoots through me, cold and sharp. It feels as though my body is being pierced by ice and fire at the same time. I try desperately to stay upright, my mind racing as I attempt to call out to Robert. I want to alert him about the shooter and ensure he can help apprehend the attacker.But my spirit, while determined, is betrayed by my faltering body. The pain overwhelms me, and maintaining my balance becomes an impossible task. My vision blurs, and I can’t seem to keep my footing. It’s as if my body is betraying me at the very moment I need it most.With a final, helpless gasp, I collapse to the ground. My heart races uncontrollably, each beat pounding in my ears like a drum. Blood seeps from my wound, soaking into my wedding gown and turning the pristine white fabric into a macabre canvas of crimson stains. The once-beautiful dress, meant to mark a joyous occasion, now bears the evidence of this horrific turn