The day of the wedding dawned, casting a pale light over Ryder's mansion. Caleb, still reeling from his secret heartache, sought solace in the arms of Madison, the quiet maid. They stole away to a hidden corner of the mansion, their passion igniting in a fiery blaze.
As they caught their breath, Madison's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Why did you give up on Ayra, Caleb?" she asked, her voice husky.
Caleb's expression turned guarded. "I didn't give up on her, Madison. I just...accepted reality."
Madison's smile grew wider. "Reality? Or the fact that you couldn't confess your love to her?"
Caleb's eyes flashed with anger, but he bit back his retort. "I need to get ready for the wedding, Madison."
As Caleb departed, Madison's smile turned triumphant. She was glad that Caleb and Ayra didn't end up together; now, she had a chance to claim Caleb's heart for herself.
Meanwhile, Ayra sat before a mirror, a makeup artist transforming her into a vision of loveliness. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, and her black wedding gown shimmered in the light. According to Roham, the tradition of wearing black signified the bond between the mortal world and the shadow realm.
Roham, resplendent in his black suit, his pink hair a vibrant contrast, beamed with pride as he watched Ayra prepare. He was obsessed with her innocence, her beauty, and her virginity. Lady Alice, Roham's mother, eyed her son warily, sensing the darkness lurking beneath his charming facade.
As the guests assembled at Ryder's mansion, the atmosphere grew tense. Ryder, Adriana, and Caleb exchanged somber glances, their faces reflecting their concerns about Ayra's union with Roham.
The ceremony proceeded, with Ayra and Roham exchanging vows, blood oaths, and rings. As they sealed their union with a kiss, Ayra's heart fluttered with excitement and trepidation.
As the newlyweds prepared to depart, Ayra hugged Ryder and Adriana tightly. Adriana's eyes shone with unshed tears, her heart heavy with the knowledge that Ayra's marriage was, in part, a consequence of her own resurrection.
Caleb's eyes locked onto Ayra's, a mix of sadness and longing flickering in their depths. Madison, standing beside him, smiled sweetly, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
As Ayra bid farewell to her loved ones, Lady Alice, Roham, and Anthony Diaz, Roham's best friend, escorted her away from the only home she had ever known. The shadows closed in around her, casting a dark, foreboding veil over her future.