Astra Hotel fire? Casualty list?
Darren’s heart clenched tight.
He and Charlotte had just had their date at the Astra Hotel last night.
How could a fire break out in such a grand hotel without making the news?
His gaze darkened.
Charlotte had faked her own death before. This was her favorite trick.
She was just trying to sabotage his wedding to Xena—same old routine.
Darren let out a cold, humorless laugh. That woman still hadn’t learned her place. Fine. He’d show her just how determined he was to marry Xena—nothing and no one was going to change that.
He buried his unease and doubt, tightening his grip on the ring as he slowly slipped it onto Xena’s finger.
The officiant’s voice rang out, passionate and triumphant: “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride!”
Every eye in the room was fixed on them.
Xena closed her eyes and tilted her face up, her long lashes trembling like butterfly wings.
Darren leaned in, his hand resting elegantly at the nape of her neck, lowering his head—
His lips were just about to touch hers when—
“Xena…”
Darren’s voice came out hoarse and dry.
Xena’s eyes flew open in confusion, meeting the bottomless depths of Darren’s gaze.
He let her go, straightened up, and stepped back—two steps, then three.
“I’m sorry, something urgent came up…”
“W-what?”
Xena stared at him in utter disbelief.
But Darren had no time to explain. With the guests erupting in shocked whispers, he spun on his heel and bolted—
He didn’t look back, sprinting straight for the doors of Emerald Manor.
The entire guest hall exploded in chaos:
“My god! Mr. Harrington just ran off?”

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