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.

Ellsworth?" the voice repeated,

She looked up, meeting the eyes of

"I'm going to clean your

Briony nodded faintly.

deep. Scars were almost

injuries, another began setting out a new

where did you put the jewelry for the

wound with an iodine-soaked cotton pad, replied without looking up, "Did you check

that jewelry is the real deal-Mr. Ellsworth's assistant brought them over. Just one

still in the car," Linda said quietly.

"Right, I'll go now!"

hurried out of the

leaned in, ostensibly to inspect Briony's ear, but her words were a whisper meant only for

of surprise running through her. She started to turn, but Linda murmured, "Don't look

barely

"Listen carefully," Linda continued,

pausing. "Mr. Hoffman wants you to know that your wedding with Ferdinand is their best chance. Our people will be working on the inside and out. Until

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