Mag-log inOren Gallamor stood on the rooftop terrace the next night, wind whipping her hair as she stared at the dark Atlantic below. The message from Harry Vida still burned in her mind.
'Bring me what your mother hid, or I release everything.'
James Reeves stepped behind her, his presence like heat against the cold night. He didn’t touch her. Not yet.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said quietly.
Oren turned, eyes hard. “You murdered my mother. Forgive me if I’m not in the mood for wedding planning.”
James’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. “I know what I did. And I know nothing I say will make it right. But Harry Vida is using you as a weapon against me. He wants that card. He wants you broken. I won’t let him have either.”
Oren laughed bitterly. “You won’t 'LET' him? You’re the reason any of this is happening.”
The tension between them crackled like lightning. James moved closer, backing her against the stone railing. His hand came up to grip her chin, firm but not painful.
“I’m offering you power,” he said, voice low and rough. “Marry me in three days. Stand as my queen. Help me destroy Vida. Or walk away now and I can assure you, become his next target.”
Oren stared into his eyes, seeing the war inside him - obsession, regret, and something dangerously close to fear. She hated how her body still responded to him. How the memory of his hands on her skin made her thighs clench even now.
“Fine,” she said coldly. “I’ll marry you. But not because I trust you. Because I want the truth and when the truth comes out, you get to bleed and I get to watch.”
James’s eyes darkened. He pulled her into a brutal kiss.
It was angry and desperate. Oren bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. James growled and lifted her onto the wide stone ledge, stepping between her thighs. His hands slid under her dress, gripping her bare skin as he kissed her deeper, tongue stroking hers in a fierce battle for dominance.
Oren moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders. For a few heated seconds, hate and lust collided. James rolled his hips against her, letting her feel how hard he was, how badly he wanted her despite everything.
He broke the kiss, breathing ragged, forehead pressed to hers. “I don’t care if you hate me,” he whispered. “As long as you’re mine.”
Oren pushed him back, chest heaving. “I’m not yours. Not yet.”
James smiled darkly. “Three days.”
The wedding was now a weapon.
Two nights later, the castle was alive with quiet preparations. Oren stood in front of the mirror in a stunning black wedding dress that clung to every curve. She looked like a queen ready for war. She touched the empty locket around her neck. She kept remembering her mother's face on the hospital bed.
Later that night, Zara slipped into the dressing room, eyes wide with fear. “Miss Oren,” she whispered. “Harry Vida sent another message. He knows you have something your mother left behind. If you don’t bring it to him by the end of your wedding night, he’ll release everything, and that includes proof that Mr. Reeves ordered your mother’s death.”
Oren’s blood ran cold. The real microSD card was still hidden. The one piece of leverage she had left.
The next evening, James took her to a private pre-wedding gathering at the harbor club. The tension between them was thick enough to choke on. He kept her glued to his side, one hand possessively on her lower back.
They were deep in conversation when Samantha approached.
“James,” she said urgently. “Harry Vida is here. He’s demanding to speak to Oren. Alone. Before the wedding.”
James’s grip tightened painfully.
Before Oren could respond, the lights flickered. A single gunshot rang out from the upper level.
Chaos erupted.
James shoved Oren behind him, gun already drawn. “Stay down!”
Shots shattered glass near them. In the panic, Oren saw him, Harry Vida, standing in the shadows, smiling coldly as bullets flew.
He was watching her with chilling recognition, as if she was the real prize.
James fired back, shielding her with his body as they retreated toward the exit. As soon as they reached the car, Oren realized the horrifying truth.
Harry Vida wasn’t just coming for James. He was coming for her too.
And from the look in his eyes, he already knew her deepest secret.
*James' POV*The penthouse suite at the harbor hotel felt like a gilded cage.I leaned against the bar, watching Oren Gallamor stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights glittered below like false promises. She hadn’t spoken much since the escape. The weight of her mother’s recording still hung between us like smoke.“We need a plan,” she said finally, turning to me. Her voice was steady, but I could see the storm in her eyes. “Vida wants the real card. He thinks he can use it to control us both. We use that against him.”I crossed my arms, studying her. “What are you thinking?”She walked to the table and spread out a map of the city. “We leak false information. Make him believe the real card is at one of your warehouses by the docks. We set a trap. When he comes for it, we end him.”I studied the map, then her. “It’s risky. He’ll bring an army.”“I know,” she replied. “But it’s the only way to draw him out. I’ve been thinking about this since the rooftop. We use his greed
The knock on the door turned into pounding.I stood frozen in the safe room, legs still shaky from the way James had taken me on the table. The interrupted recording still echoed in my mind.~Harry Vida is your father.~James moved instantly. He pressed a hidden panel beside the bookshelf. A section of the wall slid open, revealing a narrow, dimly lit escape passage.“Move,” he said, grabbing my hand.We slipped into the corridor just as the outer door rattled violently. Harry Vida’s voice boomed through the speaker again, calm and chilling."Oh my dear daughter. Please open the door. Let’s talk like family.”We ran. The passage was narrow and cold, emergency lights casting long shadows. James led the way, gun in hand, moving with the precision of someone who had prepared for this exact nightmare. I followed close behind, silver gun ready, heart pounding.We emerged in the underground garage. James chose the fastest car , a sleek black supercar reinforced for war. The engine roared to
My heart was going to explode.The red sniper dot burned on James’s chest like a promise of death. I stood frozen on the rain-slicked rooftop, the real microSD card held over the crashing Atlantic far below. Harry Vida, the man who had just claimed to be my father, watched me with dark, possessive pride.“One wrong move,” he said softly, “and my man puts a bullet through your husband’s heart before your wedding night even begins.”James didn’t flinch. “Drop it,” he told me quietly. “If it keeps you safe, drop the fucking card.”My hand trembled. Rain mixed with tears on my face. Everything; my mother’s murder, my sale, this twisted marriage, had been orchestrated by the monster standing ten feet away.But James… James was looking at me like I was worth dying for.I made my choice.I lunged sideways, shoving James with every ounce of strength I had. We crashed hard behind the concrete pillar just as the sniper fired. The bullet sparked off the stone where he had been standing. My should
The red sniper dot burned on James Reeves’ chest like a death sentence.Oren Gallamor stood frozen on the rain-slicked rooftop, the real microSD card held over the crashing Atlantic far below. Harry Vida, her father, watched her with dark, possessive pride.“One wrong move,” Vida said softly, “and my man puts a bullet through your husband’s heart before your wedding night even begins.”James didn’t flinch. “Drop it,” he told her quietly. “If it keeps you safe, drop the fucking card.”Oren’s hand trembled. Rain mixed with tears on her face. Everything had been orchestrated by the man standing ten feet away. Then lunged sideways, grabbing James’s arm with desperate strength.They crashed behind the concrete pillar just as the sniper fired. The bullet sparked off the stone where James had been standing.“Move!” James snarled, pulling her up. They ran.Bullets whizzed past as they sprinted back toward the open rooftop access. James fired behind them with deadly accuracy, dropping two of Vi
The rooftop wind howled like a dying animal as Harry Vida lowered his gun. He smiled at me with something almost tender. “You still don’t understand, do you?” he said softly. “I didn’t just kill your mother. I created you. I am your father.”My finger froze on the trigger. Not the news I was expecting.James stood rigid beside me, rain streaming down his face, gun still trained on Vida. “What the fuck are you talking about?”Vida laughed, low and genuine. “Well, I was your mother’s lover long before your so-called father entered the picture. She got pregnant. I told her to get rid of it. She refused. So I let her keep you… as long as she stayed useful. When she started digging into my dealings with Reeves’ empire, I had to remove her. Cleanly.”I felt the world tilt violently. The gun in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. “You’re my father?” I whispered.Vida’s smile widened. “Blood calls to blood, daughter. That’s why I made sure James would become obsessed with you. I needed you
The wedding day arrived beneath a sky heavy with storm clouds.Black luxury cars lined the circular driveway of the Reeves estate while armed guards patrolled every corner like soldiers preparing for battle instead of a ceremony. Inside the castle, chandeliers glowed gold against marble floors, but beneath the beauty lurked tension sharp enough to cut skin.Everyone knew something was coming. No one knew death had already entered the building.I stood in front of the mirror in the bridal suite, staring at myself in silence.The dress was breathtaking, black silk stitched with silver embroidery that shimmered like moonlight. The long sleeves hugged my arms while the back plunged low, exposing skin like temptation itself. I looked less like a bride and more like a queen being prepared for war.Behind me, two women adjusted the train carefully before leaving without a word.The moment the door closed, my expression changed. Cold. Focused. Dangerous. I reached beneath the vanity table and
Oren Gallamor didn’t speak to James for two full days.She stayed locked in the east wing, refusing meals, refusing conversation, refusing to even look at him when he came to the door. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother’s face. Every time she breathed, she remembered James’s confess
Harry Vida. He was a serpent in human skin, the the kind of man who smiled warmly while sliding a knife between your ribs. He lied with effortless charm, made you believe he was your ally, then pulled the rug out from under you when it benefited him most. Oren had heard her mother speak of him onc
The gunshot at the harbor club was only just the beginning.Oren Gallamor and James Reeves barely made it back to the castle before the full weight of Harry Vida’s threat crashed down on them. The wedding was now less than 48 hours away, but the air felt like it was already poisoned.Oren paced the
Oren Gallamor didn’t sleep.She lay in the silk sheets of the east wing suite, staring at the ceiling while the Atlantic roared against the cliffs below. Every bruise throbbed, but the real pain was deeper. It was the knowledge that her father had sold her to a man who had been hunting her for year







