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The moment Hans and I returned to the estate, it felt like the world was holding its breath. The news was everywhere. Reports speculated on the attack, linking it to a notorious mafia group said to be behind several high–profile assassinations. It wasn’t just Adrian or Hans anymore, my name was now in the mix.
For the first time since this nightmare began, I truly felt the weight of fear pressing on my chest. The estate became my refuge, and I didn’t dare leave. Every creak, every shadow, sent a chill down my spine. I hated feeling so helpless, but the thought of stepping outside made my stomach churn.
Hans noticed, of course. He always did.
One evening, I found him waiting for me in the dining room. The table was set with candles, soft music playing in the background. He stood at the head of the table, his expression warm and inviting
“What’s all this?” I asked, hesitating at the doorway
“You’ve been tense,” he said, pulling out a chair for me. “You haven’t smiled in days. I thought you could use a distraction.”
I sat down, the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow between us. Hans poured me a glass of wine, his gaze steady. “Felicity,” he said gently, “I know you’re scared. I am too. But I promise you, I’m doing everything I can to make sure Adrian is found and that you’re safe. You’re not alone in this.”
His words were a balm to my frayed nerves. For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself relax.
Days passed, and Hans continued his efforts to lift my spirits. He organized a small celebration on the estate grounds, complete with fireworks.
We stood together under the night sky, the bursts of color lighting up the darkness. I turned to Hans, a rare smile tugging at my lips. “You really went all out,” I said,
“For you? Always,” he replied, his voice warm.
Before I could respond, Hans reached into his pocket and dropped to one knee. My breath caught in my throat as he held out a ring, the diamonds sparkling in the glow of the fireworks.
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Before I could respond, Hans reached into his pocket and dropped to one knee. My breath caught in my throat as he held out a ring, the diamonds sparkling in the glow of the fireworks.
*Felicity,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, “I know we’ve been through hell together, and I know might seem sudden. But I’ve fallen for you, deeply and completely. I don’t want to spend another day without you by my side. Will you marry me?”
Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Hans slipped the ring onto my finger, and as the fireworks painted the sky, I felt a joy I hadn’t thought possible. The next morning, preparations for the wedding began in earnest. Hans brought in a wedding planner, and the estate buzzed with activity. Dresses, flowers, and decorations filled the rooms, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a
sense of relief.
The wedding was kept intimate, with only a handful of trusted people in attendance. Hans wanted to keep it small and private to ensure our safety
When the day finally arrived, I stood in front of the mirror, the white gown flowing around me like a dream. My heart swelled as I thought about Hans, about how he had given me hope and love when I thought I’d lost everything. The ceremony was beautiful. Vows were exchanged under the estate’s grand oak tree, the sun casting a golden glow over the gathered guests. Hans’s eyes never left mine, and as we said our “I do’s,” I felt an overwhelming sense of peace.
The reception was lively, filled with laughter and music. I couldn’t stop smiling, my hand never leaving Hans’s as we greeted our guests. For the first time in months, I felt like everything was finally falling into place.
But happiness is a fragile thing.
The explosion came without warning.
One moment, I was laughing with Hans, and the next, a deafening blast ripped through the estate. The ground
shook, and screams filled the air as debris rained down around us.
“Hans!” I shouted, panic clawing at my chest.
Smoke and chaos consumed the scene, the once–beautiful reception reduced to ruin. I staggered through the haze, searching desperately for Hans. My vision blurred with tears, my lungs burning from the smoke.
“Hans!” I called again, my voice hoarse. But there was no response.
Then, out of nowhere, a pair of hands grabbed me. I struggled, fear surging through me, but I was too weak to fight. My head spun, and the world tilted.
The last thing I saw before everything went black was the smoldering wreckage of the life I thought I had finally
reclaimed.
