Everyone at the Harrison estate looked at me like I was a mistake in a white dress—until the lights d.i.e.d and a masked man screamed, “On the ground! NOW!” Daniel grabbed my hand. “Sarah, don’t do anything—please.” Then a g.u.nman yanked my arm, ripping my sleeve, and something inside me clicked. I whispered, “You just made the worst decision of your life.” Three seconds later, he was down… and every eye turned to me

A masked voice shouted, “Everyone on the ground!”

And just like that, my wedding became a war zone.

Six armed men fanned out with military coordination, sealing off the terrace. Guests screamed. Crystal shattered. Fear rippled through the crowd.

Alexander stepped in front of me. “Do what they say,” he murmured.

But my body had already switched gears.

This wasn’t theft.

It was an assassination attempt.

One of the men grabbed my arm, tearing lace from my dress. That was it. The past I’d buried surged forward, alive and precise.

I twisted his wrist, drove my elbow into his throat, disarmed him, and dropped him to the ground in seconds.

The other attackers hesitated.

Alexander stared at me, stunned.

I wasn’t a frightened bride anymore.

I was Master Sergeant Megan Carter, former U.S. Army Special Operations.

“Everyone crawl toward the house!” I shouted.

Gunfire erupted. Tables splintered. The wedding cake detonated under bullets. Ethan was suddenly beside me, having already neutralized another attacker.

“They’re targeting Alexander,” I said. “This is deliberate.”

Through the chaos, I spotted Victoria and Lauren cornered near a marble fountain. A gunman was advancing toward them.