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

looked up, meeting the eyes of the woman with

"I'm going to clean your wounds. It might sting a little, but please bear

Briony nodded faintly.

were deep.

began setting out a new wedding

where did you put the jewelry for the second dress?"

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

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

it's still in the car," Linda said quietly. "Go

"Right, I'll go now!"

stylist hurried out of the dressing

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

surprise running through her. She started to turn,

froze, barely daring

"Listen carefully," Linda continued,

hands never 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 then,

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