The Explosive Escape Plan Youre mine, Elena.
Rafaels voice is low and dark, dripping with possessiveness.
He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, like a shadow pressing against her.
His eyes never leave hers, and for a moment, Elena can feel the weight of his words, of everything hes taken from her.
But she doesnt flinch.
She cant.
His fingers graze her cheek, and she forces herself not to recoil.
Shes learned to mask everythingevery thought, every feelingbehind a practiced mask of indifference.
But inside, shes burning.
Burning with the need to be free.
Burning with the fear that this wedding, this moment, will trap her forever.
She stands there, frozen, as Rafael smiles that cold smile.
The one that says he thinks he owns her.
That says hes finally won.
But Elena knows better.
Her mind is racing.
The clock is ticking.
The wedding is hours away, and shes out of time.
She has no choice but to act now.
If she doesnt, shes done for.
The moment she walks down that aisle, shes his forever.
Hes already made it clear.
There will be no escaping him once the vows are exchanged.
Her breath catches, and she turns away from him, pretending to adjust her veil.
In the reflection of the mirror, she watches herself.
The beautiful, poised woman in the white dress.
Shes almost unrecognizable to herself.
The woman she used to befree, bold, untamedfeels like a distant memory.
But shes not gone.
Not yet.
Elenas hands tremble as she grips the bouquet of flowers in her hands.
The bouquet.
Its the one thing that Rafael hasnt controlled.
Its the one thing she can still use.
She glances down at the delicate flowers, the soft petals hiding the deadly truth within.
Its perfect, isnt it? No one would ever expect it.
No one would ever suspect that this symbol of innocence, of love, could be the very thing that might set her free.
Her fingers brush against the detonator hidden beneath the flowers, and her heart pounds in her chest.
Its her only chance.
Theres no walking out of this wedding alive if she doesnt make her move now.
She knows what shes risking.
The explosion will fake her death, and everyoneRafael, his men, the guestswill believe shes gone.
And then, shell disappear.
The world will think shes dead, and Rafael will be left to mourn his lost bride.
But its not real.
Its all a lie.
The explosion will be carefully timed, staged perfectly to ensure the right outcome.
Its her ticket out, the only way shell ever escape his control.
Are you ready? Rafaels voice breaks through her thoughts, smooth and silky, almost too sweet.
His presence is suffocating as he stands behind her, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder.
She nods, but inside, shes screaming.Not ready.
But its too late for anything else.
She has no more time for second chances, no more time for hesitation.
The wedding ceremony is already set in motion.
Everything is in place.
The guests are already arriving.
The church is filling up.
Her future is about to be sealed with a single step down the aisle.
But not if I can help it.
Elena takes a deep breath, holding the bouquet close to her chest.
Her fingers curl around the detonator hidden inside the flowers, the cold metal pressing against her palm.
Shes shaking now, but she cant stop.
She cant think about what comes after.
She cant think about the chaos.

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She can only think about one thingfreedom.
Rafael, she whispers, her voice low, almost like shes speaking to herself.
What happens after the wedding? Rafael chuckles darkly behind her.
Youll be mine in every way, Elena.
Forever.
No one will take you from me.
His words make her skin crawl, but she doesnt let it show.
She keeps her face blank, as though shes hanging on every word.
Inside, though, her heart is pounding.
Every inch of her is screaming at her to do it.
Do it now.
Her pulse quickens.
She forces herself to move toward the door.
Every step feels heavier than the last.
The exit is so close, but Rafael is right behind her.
Watching.
Waiting.
Lets go, he says, his voice like a soft caress against her skin.
You look perfect, Elena.
No one will ever take you from me.
She keeps her head down, pretending to be the dutiful fiancée.
But with every step, her thoughts race.
Shes so close to the end of this nightmare.
So close to freedom.
But theres still one thing she has to do.
Elena steps into the grand hall, the sound of her heels echoing through the silence.
The guests are already seated.
Theyre waiting for the bride.
Waiting for her.
She takes her place at the front, the altar looming in front of her.
She can already hear the soft murmur of the crowd, the rustle of their excitement, their curiosity.
Everything is perfect.
Everything is falling into place.
Except for one thing.
Rafael.
Hes standing beside her now, his hand on her arm, his presence a constant reminder of the prison shes about to step into.
He smiles at her, that cruel, satisfied smile, as the officiant begins to speak.
But Elenas not listening.
Her focus is on the detonator hidden within her bouquet.
The moment is here.
One push.
One push and everything changes.
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