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Sandra was his servant,his appointed wife since she was a child, and she was his bodyguard too. While her husband, Clinton was in love with someone else. It looked like a love triangle, but it went far beyond than that, because there were conflicts between gansters, betrayal for protection, SM for power, and eventually fire for love. She dies, I die, she lives, I live.
Crystal chandelier, champagne, delicate haute-couture, carefree smiles.
Sandra was in snow-white wedding dress, standing beside Clinton, celebrating with the champagne in hand with elegant smile on her face.
It was the huge day for both her and Clinton.
Nobody could tell there was a bloody cold gun hidden under the beautiful wedding dress next to her well-shaped body.
They were waiting for someone.
To be exact, Clinton was waiting for someone.
It was such a big day for the Greens. That person would present certainly.
Sandra cast a look at the man beside her.
He was in pigeon-grey suit, standing tall and supreme, well-shaped. And his face was like the Greek sculpture, perfect to the extreme, and also as cold as the marble.
Clinton didn't look at her. His dark hazel eyes were focusing at the gate, glass in his hand, kind of gloomy.
The crowd started to stir a bit in the lobby.
Here he was.
Sandra got closer to Clinton cautiously, and she saw an old man, energetic, walking in like it was his house with dozens of body guards.
Jon Wilson. As expected, here he came.
The Greens and the Wilsons were riots for generations. It would be surprising if the Wilson didn't show up on his wedding.
The body guards of the Greens hurried in to make the other half circle to counterbalance the opponents.
Click.
The fire arms were all loaded.
Clinton came forward in a tempo, and a half smile was hanging on his thin lips.
"What made you to come, Mr. Wilson?"
Jon looked like a saga-like type, touching his grey long beard.
"I heard the Greens are holding wedding ceremony for their prince, so I came with gifts."
An old man and a young man stood face to face with smiles on their faces. But Sandra knew both had only one identical wish - kill the other as soon as possible.
Jon took over a delicate gift box given by his bodyguard, while he was speaking. He turned his wrist to open the box slowly.
The box was about inch's square, made of special wood laced with gold, with the lacquer on, shining and exquisite.
Upon opening, Clinton turned color immediately.
There was a ghost card lying in the box.
Sandra looked over his sturdy shoulder while feeling the gun at her waist, expressionless.
She knew how powerful the card could be on Clinton.
Because the name of the woman he was deeply in love with was engraved in the card.
Charlize Lee.
As expected, Clinton got the gun out in a second neatly and pointed it at Jon.
"Do you want to die?!"
One word and another came out of his gritted teeth, full of hate.
As soon as he got the weapon out, the bodyguards of Jon took action immediately to point the guns at him too.
Jon was pointed with fatal weapons but it seemed he didn't care at all.
"It seems Clinton, the prince of the Greens, remember still the massacre happened to the Lees three years ago. I thought you have the new bride and could forget the old one. Obviously, you are still a passionate lover, who remembers still the one you loved that died unnaturally.
He smiled while he was talking, his beard shaking, complacent.
Clinton's veins were popping up, eyes red while he was holding the gun. He squeezed few words out of his gritted teeth.
"Do you think I will let you go alive?"
It was exactly this scumbag who killed the Lees sneakily three years ago.
At the end he even set fire to destroy their bodies.
His body seemed like frozen with anger, which made Sandra worried.
As he was too much under influence of the opponent, which was not to their advantage.
She consoled him with her hand. Obviously, Jon was also prepared for the outcome and uttered with a smile.
"Oh? Really? Then let's see who is more important to you, your old love or your new bride."
Upon he finished his words, he let the box in his hand go!
The ghost card of Charlize was falling straight onto the floor.
Clinton stretched out his hand, trying to get hold of it.
Everything happened as quickly as the lightening.
When things settled, Sandra was taken by Jon at her neck, the dark pistole at her temple.
However, in Clinton's arms, there was the ghost card, safe and stable there, intact.
He held the card carefully, as if it was the real person. He even didn't have a look at Sandra.
Let alone to say trying to save her.
The body guards were holding breath when they saw Sandra was taken by the opponent.
Jon had an odd smile on his face, stubbornly.
"Bastard, do you still think that I can't leave alive?"
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