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
Sandra’s POVAs soon as I jump in through the open window, a wave of adrenaline courses through me. I find myself in a corridor that stretches out before me, a maze of uncertainty and fear.I start walking forward slowly, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to remain hidden from view.This hospital is a private one, and naturally, I expect even tighter security than in government-owned hospitals. Every corner is monitored by CCTV cameras, capturing my every move. Thankfully, I’m not a criminal carrying a weapon, but the pressure of not getting caught weighs heavily on me.I walk down the corridor to the end, my nerves frayed, and then turn right, facing another long corridor. The vastness of this place, though overwhelming, doesn’t concern me right now. My only focus is finding Brandon and checking on him.The urgency makes me walk faster, and my anxiety pushes me forward. I’m no longer worried about being seen; my only concern is reaching Brandon.But deep down, I’m still very cauti
Tyler’s POVWe are in a place they call the mess hall when I see on the old, flickering TV that Alessandra has been shot. The mess hall is grim, a stark reminder of our confined existence here. The food is barely edible—just enough to sustain us but never to satisfy. As the news report flashes on the screen, my pulse quickens. A dark smirk tugs at my lips. This moment, so anticipated, is finally here. I can hardly believe it. My heart races with a mix of excitement and anticipation. I’ve been waiting for this, savoring the thought of Alessandra finally getting what she deserves. The cruel irony of seeing her on this low-quality TV, surrounded by the dreariness of prison life, almost seems fitting.The newscaster’s voice drifts over the room, detailing the incident. My mind races with calculations and possibilities. Alessandra has been hit, but it’s not the fatal blow I hoped for. The news says she was struck in the shoulder. My satisfaction turns to frustration. How could the hired h
Sandra’s POVAs I leave the hospital, the pain in my heart feels almost unbearable, like it might shatter at any moment. Every step I take towards my car feels like a step into a void, my emotions swirling uncontrollably. Then, I force myself to climb in and start the engine, my hands trembling on the wheel, and I drive quickly, desperate to put as much distance between myself and the hospital as possible.But my frantic escape isn’t just about avoiding unwanted gazes. I have a more pressing destination: the prison where Tyler is locked away. I need to confront him, and nothing will stand in my way.When I reach the prison, the heavy gate creaks open, and I am greeted by the stern-faced guards, who inform me that visits are strictly regulated. I can only see a prisoner on their designated visiting day. My heart sinks, but I refuse to let it show. I need to see Tyler now, and I need to find a way to bend the rules.“Do you know who I am?” I ask the officer, my voice strained but determ