The silence that followed was suffocating.
Because now…
Everyone understood.
This wedding—
This humiliation—
This entire spectacle—
Had been a trap.
“You used us,” someone whispered from the crowd.
Gabriel didn’t deny it.
“I gave you exactly what you wanted,” he said coldly. “A show.”
His eyes hardened.
“You just didn’t realize you were the ones on stage.”
Suddenly, the cathedral doors opened again.
This time, it wasn’t just agents.
It was more.
Government officials.
Financial crime units.
International authorities.
They moved with precision—straight toward specific individuals in the crowd.
Names were called.
Protests erupted.
“Wait—this is a misunderstanding!”
“You can’t do this here!”
“Do you know who I am?!”
But the agents didn’t hesitate.
