The big Bombshell

In the grand hall of the Rodriguez Mansion, tension hung heavy in the air as Armin Rodriguez strode in, pulling Seraphina Holland protectively toward his chest.

His parents, Gabriel and Lilian Rodriguez, stood at the center of the room, their expressions filled with barely contained fury.

Gabriel's face was flushed with anger, while Lilian, though visibly shaken, clung to her husband for support. In the corner, Armin’s younger brother, Bjorn, watched the scene with wicked amusement, a devilish smile playing on his lips. He thrived on these moments, the unpredictable chaos that always seemed to surround his family.

"Armin!" Gabriel barked, his voice booming through the room. "Where the hell were you last night?"

Armin shot a glance at Bjorn, who continued to smirk as if this were nothing more than another twisted game. "I was with my wife," Armin answered confidently, pulling Seraphina closer.

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed, burning with disbelief. "Really? Then why is she standing right here with you?" He gestured toward Seraphina, his tone dripping with suspicion.

Taken aback by the question, Armin straightened up, pulling Seraphina even tighter to his side. "Mom, Dad, meet Seraphina Holland, my wife," he announced, his voice unwavering despite the storm brewing around him. 

The moment the words left his mouth, the room seemed to freeze. Lilian gasped audibly, her hand flying to her chest as if she were trying to stop her heart from breaking. Her entire body trembled as her gaze shifted from Armin to Seraphina. Gabriel, usually composed even in the worst situations, stood rooted to the spot, his face draining of color.

"Wh-what…?" Gabriel whispered, his voice barely audible. The shock in his tone mirrored the look on Lilian’s face.

Gabriel, Lilian, and Bjorn looking at Armin with thousands of questions on their mind. But Right now, they would love to listen how many lies and new drama Armin is ready to feed his family only for Seraphina.

Armin remained calm, though the tension in his muscles betrayed the storm brewing beneath his exterior.

"You know I’ve loved Seraphina for years. I always have. And now, I’ve finally married her. This is my choice," he declared firmly, his gaze daring his parents to challenge him.

Gabriel’s face turned crimson with rage, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Armin!" he roared, his voice filled with fury and disbelief. "You cannot be married to her! This is impossible!"

A cold chuckle escaped Armin’s lips as he met his father’s gaze head-on. "Well, Dad, I already did it," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "And you have no choice but to accept Seraphina as your daughter-in-law. Otherwise, I’m ready to walk out of this family right now." His words were a challenge, a line drawn in the sand.

Seraphina’s lips curled into a devilish smile as she wrapped her fingers gently around Armin’s thick arm, her gaze defiant as she stood by his side. Her presence, as calm and composed as Armin’s, only seemed to fuel Gabriel’s anger. 

Bjorn, meanwhile, was practically glowing with delight as he watched the drama unfold, the chaos playing out exactly as he had hoped. His devilish smile widened as he leaned back in his chair, enjoying every second of the spectacle.

Gabriel’s eyes blazed with fury, his entire body trembling with the effort to contain his rage. He took a step forward, but Lilian, sensing the danger, grabbed his arm tightly. "Gabriel, not now," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Let us talk to the Jarl family first… see what is going on."

Gabriel clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Armin. But after a moment, he nodded stiffly, his gaze filled with cold calculation. "This isn’t over," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Not by a long shot."

Bjorn, unable to resist, quipped, "Well, this just got interesting," his words cutting through the tension with a hint of levity.

Gabriel’s disbelief morphed into simmering fury. What the hell was Armin saying? His son had supposedly married a woman named Alysha Jarl on paper days ago—yet he had no idea about it? He hadn't even read the documents before signing them? The absurdity of it gnawed at Gabriel, his mind racing to piece together this reckless oversight.

“He doesn’t even know her name?” Gabriel muttered under his breath, his hand clenching into a fist. “Where was his mind? What kind of disaster are we dealing with here?”

Meanwhile, across the grand hall, Lilian sat still, her expression tight, thoughts spinning just as frantically. Armin doesn’t even know he’s married? And now Alysha—his supposed wife—had vanished without a trace, mere hours after her arrival in the family. If this reached the outside world, the scandal would tear them apart.

“Oh, God,” Lilian thought, her hands gripping the arms of her chair as dread settled like ice in her veins. “Where is Alysha? Has she truly gone missing? And if she has…” She stopped herself, not daring to follow the thought to its logical end.

She glanced at Gabriel, whose gaze was fierce and cold, filled with a suspicion that mirrored her own. Armin’s cluelessness, Alysha’s disappearance—it all seemed too strange, too calculated.