The cathedral was overflowing with guests. Politicians, executives, and socialites filled nearly every pew, all waiting for Sophie to walk down the aisle. At the altar, Landon stood confidently in his tailored suit, greeting guests as though the day belonged entirely to him.

His father, Richard Sterling, sat proudly in the front row. Every detail had been planned to showcase their power and influence. Neither of them noticed the federal vehicles parked discreetly several blocks away.

Back in a private room, Sophie sat quietly beside me. Her wedding dress was flawless, but her hands trembled in her lap. I squeezed them gently and reminded her that she no longer had to be afraid.

For the first time in weeks, she managed a small smile. Outside, church bells began to ring. The ceremony was about to start, but not in the way anyone expected-