“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

pins—Jason tightened his grip on my fingers.

I am actually doing this, I thought, a wave of dizzying adrenaline washing over my brain. We are fighting a war on our wedding day.

Chapter Three: Armor of Silk and Ash

The ensuing twenty minutes resembled the chaotic control room of a sinking submarine rather than a bridal suite.

Security guards—summoned by continue reading …