On the day Lucas and Vivian held their wedding, the villa caught fire. Flames shot up to the sky and burned everything to the ground.
That fake body died in the fire in my stead.
On his wedding day, Lucas felt a constant, vague sense of unease. He wanted to return to the villa to check on it several times, but Vivian stopped him every time with one excuse after another.
It was not until a week later, when he finally stood at the gate of the villa, that his entire body froze.
The once splendid and luxurious mansion was now nothing but a charred black ruin.
His eyes instantly filled with blood vessels, and a loud buzzing rang in his brain.
After standing stunned for a few seconds, he spun around and ran straight for the front gate security booth. "Sir, when did Building 18 catch fire?"
