Chapter 73
Two weeks later, Lindsey’s mansion was prepared for Janna and Freed’s wedding. It was spring, and the weather was perfect for an outdoor ceremony. Three colors predominated in the venue. The decoration was in gold, giving an air of elegance, adorned with pure white roses from the arch at the entrance to the altar. The red color only influenced the carpet indicating the path to the altar.
Freed complained about a penguin suit that Janna made him wear.
“You look like a proper gentleman,” Kyle laughed at his friend’s poetic expression.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” Kyle asked.
“Sir, everything is ready for the ceremony. You can head straight to the tent,” one of the staff members indicated.
“Thanks,” Kyle said, then glanced at his friend. “It never crossed my mind to see you married. I’m glad you’ve created your own family. I assure you; it will be the best stage of your life.”
“Thanks, brother,” tears of anticipation appeared. “Don’t think I’m calm. Panic has also attacked me several times, not knowing if I’ll be a good husband or father to Fernanda.”
Kyle approached and gave him a fraternal hug. Then he pulled away and said, “I can only tell you that this stage you’re about to face will be the best you’ll live in your existence. Now, let’s stop being melancholic and wait for the bride at the altar.”
“You, as always, cutting our romance,” Freed said, wiping his face and following his friend’s steps.
They walked outside where the wedding was taking place. Freed looked around, momentarily scared not to see people sitting and waiting, and the priest hadn’t arrived. Angrily checking his watch, he saw it was 2:15 in the afternoon and shouted, “Is this some kind of joke? Seriously! Where is the priest and the people? We’re 15 minutes late; it should have started by now.”
Kyle had the same surprised expression as his friend, wondering why the place was empty. “I’m just as shocked as you are. Let’s get closer to wait for someone to show up.”
They walked on the red carpet until they reached the altar.
“Really, Kyle, we look like a couple of gay grooms before getting married. Where the hell is everyone?”
“But you would be the bride.”
“Idiot.”
They both burst into laughter.
Suddenly, Freed saw the grandmothers with the children appearing on the red carpet, taking their seats. Other familiar faces followed, led by the priest who was going to marry them. The bridesmaids also appeared, and when a romantic melody began to play, Lucia and Liam walked down the aisle with baskets, throwing white rose petals.
Freed was amazed to see Janna walking down the aisle on Grandpa Hugo’s arm. He covered his mouth with happiness, realizing that everything was a gift for him. He watched her approach in a white dress with bare shoulders, arms covered with lace flowers, the front shaped like a tight sweetheart, noticing her small belly matching her beautiful body. Her face was covered with a white veil matching the dress.
Janna was trembling with nerves, feeling like she was dragging her legs. She was going to marry the man who awakened love in her, and most importantly, he showed her that he loved her. In a few months, they would have the fruit of that passion that filled them.
Grandpa Hugo was flattered to be able to give away this young girl to his other grandson, something he had been doing since he became the guardian of his beloved Kyle.
“Freed, I give you my new granddaughter so that together, you can offer a family to the baby you will soon have in your arms.”
“Thank you, Grandpa,” Freed smiled and lifted Janna’s veil. He was hypnotized by how radiant she looked, restraining the urge to hug her, snapping out of his trance when he felt someone take his hand.
“I give you my crazy brother. Once you marry him, no returns accepted,” Kyle said, and everyone present laughed.
“I gladly accept him,” Janna replied with sparkling eyes and an intoxicating smile.
Freed couldn’t resist and kissed the bride ahead of time.
The priest cleared his throat, starting the ceremony. Janna showed embarrassment from the playful antics of her future husband.
As they listened to the priest’s words, she looked at him with indescribable emotion that filled Freed’s heart. When the priest said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride,” regardless of the audience, he kissed her passionately.
Sussan had to intervene because of Freed’s audacity. “Young man, you can wait until you get to your room,” she said, hugging him with amusement.
The witnesses approached to congratulate them. Everything was perfect until the sound of gunshots paralyzed most of the people.
Kyle jumped to his wife’s side, who, trembling, clung to Lucia and Luna. Sussan and Emilia were with the other three children.
Grandpa Hugo felt helpless, and anger was killing him. He felt a huge pain in his chest, and his breathing began to falter.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Kyle ran to him as he saw his pale face, shouting in fear, “Grandpa! What’s happening?”
Maritza, who was among the guests, went to help him. She took his blood pressure and examined him. When she finished, in a calm voice, she exclaimed, “Grandpa, control those nerves. You just had an anxiety attack. In the situation we’re in, if a heart attack occurs, we won’t be able to take you to a hospital.”
Grandpa Hugo tried to stay calm, breathing several times to control his heartbeat. Anxiously, he responded, “Thank you.”
Janna fainted in Freed’s arms.
“Love, wake up, don’t scare me,” he was furious because her most important day would be remembered as a nightmare. Maritza arrived to help her.
In front of them, a group of men and three women had taken control and disarmed most of Kyle’s men.
Kathen, Catrina, and Fabiana wore sinister smiles. Each had their own target.
Kathen knew the mansion inside out. Hours before, with the help of her lover and the promise of delivering Lindsey and Stefany as toys, she had infiltrated the mansion.
Catrina was there for her son and to witness the disappearance of the two women she hated so much.
Fabiana was there for the money. She had to help capture Stefany and Max.