In front of them, their two children sat in a stroller decked out like tiny royalty, their cherubic faces melting every heart in the crowd.

The picture of perfection—a family of four that looked like it had stepped out of a fairy tale.

The priest, draped in ceremonial robes, turned toward the groom with practiced solemnity. “Cole Evans, do you take this woman, Elliana Campbell, to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

Cole didn’t even blink. His voice rang out clear and unwavering, like he’d been waiting his whole life to say these two words. “I do!”

The priest shifted his attention to the bride, his tone carrying the weight of the moment. “And Elliana Campbell, do you take this man, Cole Evans, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

Elliana’s gaze dropped to their children, those two perfect little beings they’d created together. Then, she looked up at Cole, whose eyes shimmered with hope and something deeper—something that looked like his entire future hanging in the balance. Her voice rose strong and certain, reaching every corner of the estate. “I do!”

Applause exploded like thunder across the grounds.

Cole drew Elliana into his arms and kissed her deeply, letting the happiness of the moment spill out and wrap itself around everyone present.

As Elliana’s closest friend, Adah wouldn’t dream of missing the wedding; if anything, she was set on turning heads.

Adah was infamous for her bold red outfits that burned as brightly as her reputation, exuding a powerful, untouchable confidence—the textbook femme fatale.

Yet, today belonged to Elliana. Out of respect, Adah chose a soft pastel pink dress, dialing down her usual intensity. Her thick hair was styled up, and her commanding walk had been replaced by a gentle, refined pace.

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The shift was so dramatic that anyone unfamiliar with her true identity would have mistaken her for an elegant debutante. Nobody would imagine she was the formidable “Doomsday Rose,” a name that inspired fear throughout the criminal underworld. Of course, the majority of wedding guests had no inkling who she really was.

Only the Four Guardians recognized Adah immediately, grinning with amusement as she arrived.

“Well, well, this version of you really throws me off,” Damian quipped as he strolled up, grinning widely.

Kieran let out a low laugh. “Didn’t think there was a drop of ‘ladylike’ in you, but you’re actually pulling it off!”

Clifton adopted a grave expression before delivering swift kicks to Damian’s and Kieran’s legs. “Show some class, will you? ‘Throwing me off,’ ‘ladylike’? This is called range. Adah can play any part she wants. Learn something from her!”

With a steely glare, Adah cut them off. “Enough. If you don’t have anything urgent, stay away. You’ll blow my cover.”

Immediately, Clifton sent another swift kick to Kieran’s and Damian’s legs. “Didn’t you hear her? Move it!”

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