"Freya, don't put too much pressure on yourself. I know you're going through a lot," Nina gently advised Freya.

Freya quickly shook off her doubts, and the preparations for their wedding continued. Meanwhile, Micah used the distraction of the wedding festivities to lay a trap for those who had poisoned Arin.

Micah was willing to show them mercy, but he had one condition. "If you want me to let you go, you must hand over the antidote for the poison you used."

The wedding was grand and joyful, just as planned, and Micah's feigned happiness lured his enemies into a false sense of security. They became careless, thinking they had won. But when they finally made their move, Micah was ready, capturing them all.

One of them sneered, "It's been such a long time, and you have the most skilled poison expert, Pharaoh, by your side. Tell me, do you think there's an antidote for that poison?"

If the antidote existed, Pharaoh would have already saved Arin. Now, with only a few days left to live, Arin was doomed.

Their plan had been to use her, then silence her afterward. But they hadn't expected Arin's unwavering loyalty to Micah. She chose death over betraying him.

Micah using his

there's no antidote,

pulled the trigger without hesitation and handed the weapon to Arin. There was no better revenge than taking down

since Micah gave her

men dropped like lifeless

collapsed, and Micah caught her just in

Micah's voice echoed

to hold on until after your wedding, but I overestimated

about the plot against him, she should have left immediately. That way, she wouldn't have been a burden, wouldn't have forced Micah to go to such lengths

wouldn't have to

Micah's arms, but she was too weak. Her body had no strength left, not even to lift

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