Delilah's mind was spinning, her thoughts a chaotic blur of fear and anger. The cold metal of Vincent’s gun pressed against her skin, and the horror of the situation sank in fully.
She had fought so hard to stop this wedding, yet nothing had prepared her for this kind of obstacle—a twisted takeover of her life.
A strange, dangerous man had claimed her as his bride, and now she was staring down a fate she could never have imagined.
Marco’s entire body screamed with frustration, his muscles tense as he watched helplessly.
His blood boiled at the sight of Delilah in Vincent’s grip.
"She’s mine," his mind roared. "Not his. I won’t let him take her." But his hands were still bound, and there was nothing he could do.
Vincent, still smirking with that cruel satisfaction, turned to one of
