It was a world Briony could hardly fathom-a world no one would ever acknowledge or believe existed.

...

Both of their clothes were soaked in blood, the fabric ruined beyond repair.

Ferdinand called for the stylists.

The moment the stylists walked in and saw the scene, they froze in shock.

"Get my wife a new wedding dress," Ferdinand said, his voice sharp and cold. He fixed the stylist with a dark glare, cutting off any protest before it could leave her lips. "Just do your job and keep quiet."

"Yes, sir." The stylist dropped her gaze and quickly helped Briony into the changing room.

Another stylist came in, carrying a first aid kit.

"Mrs. Ellsworth, Mr. Ellsworth asked me to take care of your injuries first."

Briony sat before the illuminated vanity, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her body still trembled uncontrollably, the aftershocks of what had happened refusing to subside.

She didn't hear a word the stylist said.

voice repeated, closer this

looked up, meeting the eyes of the

gentle, reassuring smile. "I'm going to clean your wounds. It might sting a little,

Briony nodded faintly.

wounds were deep.

stylist cleaned her injuries, another began setting out a new

did you put the jewelry for

pad, replied without looking up, "Did you

real deal-Mr. Ellsworth's assistant brought them over. Just one set is worth a

still in the car," Linda said quietly.

"Right, I'll go now!"

out of the

in, ostensibly to inspect Briony's ear, but her words were a whisper

stiffened, a jolt of surprise running through her. She started to turn, but Linda murmured, "Don't look at me. There might

barely daring

"Listen carefully," Linda continued,

never pausing. "Mr. Hoffman wants you to know that your wedding with Ferdinand is their best chance. Our people will be working on

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