Part 1 | The Wedding Crasher
The Perfect Wedding
On a private island under a starlit sky, Caspian Kovacs-Vane stood at the altar in his midnight blue suit, ready to marry Thalassa — young, beautiful, and Instagram-perfect.
The guests whispered in awe. The heir to a mineral empire was finally settling down.
The Uninvited Guest
As Caspian leaned in to kiss his bride, a loud explosion-like sound came from the entrance of the ballroom.
The doors burst open.
Elara walked in — the wife everyone believed had died in a plane crash one year ago. Her platinum hair was messy, her white dress charred at the hem, and a thin scar ran down her neck.
She carried a small black wooden box.
Caspian dropped his champagne glass. His face turned ghostly white.
“Elara…? That’s impossible… I saw the wreckage burn!”
The Ghost Speaks
Elara walked slowly down the aisle, leaving wet, salty footprints on the pristine marble floor.
She stopped in front of Thalassa and smiled coldly:
“Don’t worry, Thalassa. The seat next to him is very comfortable… until it catches fire.”
The First Truth
Elara opened the black box and activated a small hologram projector.
A recording of Caspian’s voice played clearly throughout the hall:
“Make sure the plane goes down. No survivors. I want the inheritance tonight.”
The entire wedding party froze in horror.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2…
The sea doesn’t keep secrets.
It just waits for the perfect moment to spit them back out.
