It was a hectic day guyz. Remember I am a 9 to 5 working professional. I can't update if I am busy with my work but since I had promised here is an update before the clock hit 12.

Good night. Can't even keep my eyes open

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"Do you, Vincent Ivan Salvatore," he began, "take Ha—"

BANG!

The sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the atmosphere, sending a ripple of panic through the guests.

Screams erupted as the crowd scattered, their elegant attire a blur of chaos.

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Haven's heart dropped. She stood there, frozen, her face a mixture of disbelief and betrayal. She had once thought she loved Vincent, but now, as she pieced everything together, she realized he was no better than Aerius.

What's with these games? Why lie?

Haven's heart had dropped the moment the priest stepped forward, his commanding voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.

She blinked, trying to make sense of his words. Not just an engagement? Her mind raced, and she clenched her fists at her sides, her pulse quickening as if her body was screaming for her to act.

Yes, she knew she was arranged to marry Vincent but she wasn't mentally prepared for this sudden turn of event.

Panic clawed at her chest, her breath catching in disbelief. Her eyes darted towards Vincent, searching his face for an explanation, for a denial. But instead, there he stood—calm, calculated, with that infuriatingly smug smirk tugging at his lips.

He did this on purpose? Why?

The murmurs of the guests seemed to grow louder, like a deafening roar in her ears. She felt their eyes on her, expectant, curious, and judgmental. Heat rose to her cheeks, but it wasn't embarrassment—it was helpless rage. Even though she had been a puppet all her life, somewhere she still couldn't accept her cruel fate.

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, she was even denied of a proper wedding. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought to keep her composure, to bury the sob threatening to break free.

Inside, though, she was crumbling. She felt like a bird with clipped wings again, forced into a gilded cage again, unable to escape the bars of Vincent's calculated manipulation.

When the priest began to speak, her breath hitched, and a chill ran down her spine. The weight of her reality pressed down on her, suffocating her. She felt like she was drowning in an ocean of expectations and schemes, with no one to pull her to the surface.

From across the room, Aerius, watched in stunned silence. His mind raced. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was just an engagement. He had calculated his attack for later, confident he still had time to execute his plans. But now... Haven was about to become Vincent's wife.

Something inside him snapped. For the first time in his life, Aerius acted on pure impulse.

"Do you, Vincent Ivan Salvatore," he began, "take Ha—"

The hall's heavy silence shattered as Aerius pulled out a gun and pointed it at Vincent. He didn't hesitate. He fired—

BANG!

Another gunshot echoed before Aerius could strike his target. His weapon clattered to the ground, the bullet never reaching its mark.

All eyes turned to Aerius. Confusion rippled through the crowd like wildfire. Haven stared, her breath caught in her chest. The Sinisters exchanged unreadable glances. Lucifer, was calm amidst the chaos, locked eyes with Michael across the room.

Lucifer's sharp gaze narrowed. Michael shrugged, mouthing silently:

I don't know either.

Gabriel leaned closer to Rafael, whispering under his breath, "Why did Vincent just shoot his second-in-command?"

"Something's not right," Rafael muttered,

"Tell Ares to prepare all the men. They're to move in as soon as I command." Lucifer commanded as Rafael nodded in agreement, already typing a message to Ares. .

Vincent, unshaken, moved toward Aerius with slow, deliberate steps, the smirk on his lips widening with each step. "Tsk tsk... The fish finally caught in the trap."

Aerius glared at him, hatred burning in his eyes. "You bastard."

"Bad move, Hayden..." Vincent's tone was mocking, every word designed to cut deeper. "Oops. Or should I call you by your real name—Aerius Ezra Castillion."

A collective gasp swept through the room. The crowd murmured in disbelief.

"Aerius Ezra Castillion"

The Sinisters exchanged sharp glances, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Lucifer stood motionless, his face blank, but his brothers were visibly shaken.

The name "Castillion" brought back flashes of their darkest days.

Rafael leaned closer to Lucifer, his brows furrowed, the revelation shaking his usual composure. "Capo," he said, his voice low but urgent, "if he's alive... then there's a chance..."

His words trailed off as his gaze moved instinctively to Evangelina—no, may be - may be their Haven—standing at the stage. His throat tightened, and he clenched his fists. "She could be..."

Lucifer shot him a warning glance. "Focus, Rafael," he said, though his tone lacked its usual sharpness.

Rafael ignored him, turning to Izrael. "What do you think? She... she had his fake last name. Wraith."

Izrael, usually the coldest and most silent of the brothers, was visibly unsettled. His icy blue eyes moved between Haven and Aerius, flickering with recognition and disbelief.

"I don't think," Izrael replied, his voice tight and controlled. "I know." His gaze settled on Haven, and his words came slower, more deliberate. "Her eyes... they're the same. My eyes."

He paused, swallowing hard. "How did we not realize it before?"

Lucifer's expression tightened, but he said nothing.

Gabriel was staring at Haven now, his usually playful demeanor replaced with uncharacteristic seriousness. "Wait," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "this doesn't make sense. Haven Angelica Castillion? But she... she's supposed to be..."

He trailed off, looking at lucifer, speechless .

"She died," Gabriel continued. "Right? On her eighth birthday. That's what we were told."

Michael, who was still standing behind haven off the stage. He wasn't as quick to react, but his thoughts were racing. "If she really is Haven..." He hesitated, glancing at Lucifer, asking him a silent question.

"why did we never find her? Why now? Why with him?"

His words hung heavily in his heart.

Rafael, unable to hold back any longer, turned sharply to Lucifer. "Say something, dammit!" His voice was filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. "If this is true, if that's really her, we've been standing here doing nothing while our sister—our blood—is standing next to the man who destroyed our family!"

Lucifer's gaze flickered to Rafael, his face unreadable. "And what would you have me do, Rafael?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Storm the stage? Create chaos without knowing the truth?"

Rafael glared at him. "Sometimes chaos is the only way to get the truth."

Izrael's voice cut through the tension like ice. "Rafael's right. If that's her, we've failed her. Again."

Lucifer's gaze snapped to Izrael, but Izrael didn't back down. "You may be able to bury your emotions, but some of us actually feel the loss of family." His voice was sharp, accusing. "If you can sit there, emotionless, while she's right in front of us, then maybe you don't deserve to call yourself our leader or eldest brother."

Lucifer's jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

Gabriel hesitated before speaking. "What if she doesn't even know?" he said softly, glancing at Haven. "She could think she's just... Evangelina Snow Wraith or whatever name she's been given. If that's the case..." He trailed off, his voice breaking.

Michael nodded, his tone grim. "We have to find out. We owe her that much."

Lucifer finally spoke, his voice cold and decisive. "Gabriel," he said, "go with Michael get a sample of her DNA. Hair, skin, whatever you can."

Gabriel hesitated but nodded. "On it."

Rafael stepped closer to Lucifer, his tone biting. "And then what? If it's her, what do we do? Rip her away from Vincent? Fight him here and now?"

Lucifer's gaze darkened, and his voice dropped to a dangerous tone. "If it's her, Rafael, then Vincent's days are numbered."

He turned to face the stage, his eyes locking on Haven. For the first time, something flickered in his expression—something close to regret. "But we don't act until we're certain."

Izrael's voice was low, but it carried the weight of his emotions. "If she's really our sister..." He paused, his gaze lingering on Haven. "Then Vincent won't just lose his life. He'll lose everything he's ever cared about."

The brothers fell silent, their emotions simmering beneath the surface as they turned their attention back to the stage, the revelation of Aerius—and the possible return of Haven—looming over them like a storm.

Didn't get the time to proofread. Manage😬