Steven Mac killer

Saturday dawned clear. The whole city was talking about the same event: the wedding of the year. Steven, thirty-five years old, heir to one of the most influential families in the country, was about to get married. It wasn't a wedding for love, nor was it meant to seem one. It was an agreement signed years ago between two powerful families, an alliance meant to protect fortunes, companies, and surnames. He had accepted. Not because he wanted to. But because sometimes duty weighs more than one's own wishes. The church was packed with guests. Photographers, businessmen, politicians, and journalists waited for the moment the bride and groom would appear. Steven remained in an adjoining room, adjusting his shirt cuffs. His expression was serene, but inside he only felt a deep void. Then he saw her. She didn't enter on anyone's arm. She walked alongside the other bridesmaids in an elegant, discreet dress full of simplicity. She wasn't trying to be the center of attention, but it was impossible not to look at her. She was the bride's younger sister. She was twenty-nine years old. When their eyes met for the first time, time seemed to stop for an instant. She looked away almost immediately, not giving it a thought. To her, Steven was just the man about to become her sister's husband. But he couldn't stop watching her. There was something about her he couldn't explain. It wasn't just her beauty. It was the calm she radiated amid the chaos, the naturalness of her smile, the way she seemed not to belong to that world of appearances. For the first time in many years, Steven felt he was making the wrong decision. And there were only a few minutes left until he said "I do." There was a hidden secret.

更新 September 23, 2026