Three months later.

The turmoil brought by the change of leadership in the Thorne family gradually subsided. Under Jack Thorne's iron fist and wisdom, the power transition was smooth, and order was restored. The Blanchett family, having lost Robert, fell into internal strife and was temporarily unable to cause trouble.


And I, Diana Evans, now stood in Sfortuna's oldest church, wearing a wedding dress, holding a bouquet.

God above, I was getting married. To Jack Thorne.

This feeling was more unreal than the first time I pointed a gun at him.


Nancy, as my only bridesmaid, with her increasingly flamboyant orange curly hair, was constantly adjusting the position of my veil, chattering non-stop: "I told you! Sleeping with him was the wisest investment! Look now, directly promoted to the patriarch's wife, girl, you've made it!" She secretly slipped me something small, winking, "Honeymoon essential, latest model, ultra-thin..."

My face heated up, and I quickly stuffed it back to Nancy, "Give it to me later! Not now!"


This girl, always thinking about her "weapon" research wherever she goes.

The church doors slowly opened, and the solemn organ music began. At the end of the red carpet stood Jack Thorne.

He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, his posture as straight as a soldier, golden light falling on him like a halo.

I walked toward him on Harvey's arm—this loyal butler insisted on playing the role of my father, to hand me over to Jack—step by step.

Finally, I stood before him.

Harvey solemnly placed my hand in Jack's palm.

The priest began to recite the vows. I barely heard what was said, just looking into Jack's eyes, which reflected the somewhat silly me in a wedding dress.

"Jack Thorne, do you take Diana Evans to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"

Jack gazed at me, smiling tenderly, his voice clear and firm: "I do."

My cheeks burned, and seeing the deep, undeniable emotion in his eyes, my heart skipped more than one beat.

"Diana Evans, do you—"

"I do!" I answered eagerly before the priest finished, eliciting a few suppressed laughs from the audience.

I turned completely red.

Jack chuckled, gripping my hand even tighter.

Exchanging rings, vows, and then he lowered his head to kiss my lips.

The church erupted in enthusiastic applause, mixed with Nancy's excited whistles.

The wedding ended perfectly.

One month later, a yacht lazily swayed on the open sea.

I sat by the window, watching seagulls flying outside, feeling content.

"Miss Killer, is your 'responsibility'... just this?" .

Jack's voice came from behind

I turned to see Jack lounging on the large bed, his silk robe casually open, revealing firm chest and abdominal muscles, looking unsatisfied.

I suddenly felt a bit regretful; I shouldn't have been so impulsive back then.

"Come here," he softly commanded.

"You should rest, Mr. Thorne."

He got up and walked toward me, then with one pull, drew me into his arms. In a whirl, I was firmly imprisoned in his embrace.

"Not enough," he lowered his head, his nose lightly brushing against my neck, his breath hot, "I want to get back what's mine with interest."

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, breathing rapidly, silent for a while, then suddenly spoke: "Diana."

My heart suddenly leaped.

"I love you."

Tears involuntarily filled my eyes. I held his hand, slowly saying: "I love you too, Jack."

Then I turned, pushing Jack down on the bed, taking out a pair of handcuffs from the side, "Mr. Jack, are you ready?"

Jack allowed me to cuff his wrist to the headboard. His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse with desire: "What game is Miss Killer playing now?"

I slowly bent down, my hair falling like a waterfall, sweeping across his chest.

I leaned close to his ear, looking triumphant, "Didn't I tell you? I have a little fetish."

Jack laughed, his face full of indulgence, "Then I'm looking forward to it, my Miss Killer."

(The End)