The grand hall was bathed in golden light, opulent chandeliers glittering like stars above, casting a warm, almost divine glow on the sea of guests. Every seat was filled with powerful allies,and curious eyes. But none dared to look away from the man at the altar.

Devillian Giordano stood tall-sharp suit tailored to perfection, black hair slicked back, cold grey eyes burning with possessive pride. He wasn't just a groom today. He was a king, claiming his queen before the world. His jaw was tight, fists clenched at his sides-not out of nerves, but anticipation. He had waited so long to make her his in every way, and now the world would witness it.

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