A Throne Worth Dying For — The Black Ring Gift

The bells outside had already begun to ring for the start of the wedding. Inside, the guests were seated, and Adrian stood at the far end of the aisle. The organ began to play, but the doors stayed shut. Please welcome the bride!

What's going on? Where's Claire? Don! Miss Sutton is gone! After escaping the wedding, I followed the plan I had prepared in advance and found the car waiting for me in a narrow alley.

The car would take me straight to the airport. The cruise ship explosion was nothing more than a decoy. Sitting in the car, I remembered the day I received my new identity documents. The new identity was ready. You can leave whenever you are ready.

Name, documents, exit records, all of it spotless. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, then booked a boat ticket under the new name right away. That night, I went back to the estate.

Adrian sat waiting in the living room, a black velvet box in front of him. When I came in, he lifted his eyes to me. Today, I will chalk it up to you being upset. The wedding is not being called off.

He opened the box. Inside sat a black ring. This ring is the symbol of the highest power in the Vale family. Adrian picked it up, grabbed my hand, and slid it onto my ring finger.

After tomorrow, everyone will know you are my wife. Claire Sutton, I have given you every bit of grace I can. It is time you learned some