Chapter 57 Wedding massacre

Gunshots ripped through the private garden.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Men fell.

White chairs shattered. Glass exploded. Blood sprayed across marble that had been meant for vows, not death.

I gasped, spinning toward the chaos—and my heart stopped.

Kieran.

Kieran.

He stood at the entrance like a storm ...

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