Khaos’s P.O.V

Beryl shows me the bouquet in her hands, and I smile. Yes, it will be perfect this time; everything will be according to her wishes; she should only remember the best parts of her wedding day.

I see Ivan taking her out with him; the two of them should be able to relax now.

"Congratulations, man," I greet Tarquin, who is blushing pink; this man is whipped.

"Yes, I—but before he could finish, we hear a gunshot.

"Ivan! Ivan!" we hear Beryl shout, and we run towards the direction of her voice.

Beryl was applying pressure to Ivan's wound as he was lying in the pool of his own blood.

"Beryl," I call her, and see Ivan's blood splattered on her face and on her dress, the bouquet lying on the ground now soaked in blood.

"Ivan!" she cries, her face going pale, and just in the moment, help arrives, and I pick her up.

"Beryl, calm down," I try to soothe her, but she cries even harder.

"No, this can't be happening; he got us; he got us!" she exclaims as her father approaches her.

"Xeria, honey, please calm down." He tries to calm her down, but she starts hyperventilating.

"Beryl, Beryl," I say, but she passes out.

*

It’s been four hours, Ivan's condition is critical, and Beryl ended up in the hospital too.

Both of their parents have torn down the venue to see what went wrong and how the security was breached. I look at Beryl, who is lying down on the hospital bed again.

"Louis," Ivans Mom and Dad burst inside the room, and we both turn to look at her.

"Louis, we have to protect our girl; she's going to have it worse than Ivan, you know it," she sobs, and my eyes widen in shock.

Just what exactly are these two families hiding?

"What about Ivan? How is he?" Xeria's dad asks, and Mr. Hugo nods.

"He's out of danger; he's going to be fine," he informs us, and we breathe a sigh of relief.

"How did he get here? How? I promised Lea," Ivan's mother asks the other two men who don't have any answers as of now.

"They both were worried; they even sensed that something is not right; we failed them again." Xeria's dad looks at her; she has still not gained consciousness, and I'm just sitting here observing everyone freak out.

I can't do anything until and unless they tell me anything. Tarquin may still be sitting in his wedding tux, which is stained with Ivan's blood. He has been sitting there like a statue. He wants answers too, but nothing seems to be settling down as of now, as both the families are confused.

"The kids are with us now. We won't let them be out of sight from now on; that's the least we can do." Mr. Hugo suggests, and I sigh; it's not a permanent solution to anything, but the answers to all my questions lie with Beryl.

I want to listen to her and not anyone else; it's her story, which she needs to tell me now. The thought of her hiding something this major from me pains me, but as far as I know her, she must have her own reasons for why she didn't tell me anything.

When I hear Beryl groan, I tighten my grip on her hand.

"Beryl?" I call her quietly as she opens her eyes and the others rush to her side.

"I'm sorry, Khaos," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I need to tell you something," she says as she tries to sit up, and I help her; she looks at her father, who nods, and then exhales.