—You think this changes anything? —Kang spat, his arrogance cracking as steel handcuffs clicked tightly around his wrists—. My lawyers will dismantle your little stunt before sunset! You have no physical proof that I authorized the transaction!
—We don’t need lawyers, Director, —a deep, authoritative voice spoke up from behind the altar.
Nia’s father, Chairman Vance, walked out from the side pavilion, accompanied by the lead prosecutor of the Special Investigation Unit. He held a tablet displaying real-time video feeds from inside Kang’s private vaults in downtown Seoul.
—Your executive board members surrendered the master key half an hour ago, Kang, —Chairman Vance said with quiet dignity—. Every shell company, every offshore account, and every bribe you paid to cover up the sabotage of my family’s firm is now part of the public record.
The fallen tycoon stared in absolute defeat as he was led away in custody, his syndicate collapsed in a single afternoon under the weight of his own greed. The remaining guards were swiftly disarmed and escorted off the property, leaving the sunlit garden quiet once more.
Nia stood up from behind the altar, dusting off her blue tulle dress as a breath of pure relief washed over her. She looked around at the overturned chairs, the scattered flowers, and the fluttering silk ribbons—a chaotic backdrop to what was supposed to be a quiet, undercover operation.
Min-jun walked over to her, adjusting his black bowtie with a faint, tired smile. The cold, calculating operative who had spent months planning this operation had completely vanished, replaced by the man who had stood by her side through every dangerous step.
—Well, —Min-jun said gently, reaching out to take her hand—. That was certainly an unforgettable ceremony.
Nia couldn’t help but laugh, a rich, joyful sound that echoed through the peaceful garden. She looked down at their joined hands and then up into his dark, warm eyes.
—We didn’t actually finish our vows, you know, —she reminded him, her voice dropping into a tender whisper.
The old parish priest, who had bravely taken cover behind a large floral pillar during the commotion, slowly stepped back up to the altar podium. He adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat, and looked at the young couple with a mixture of awe and relief.
—If… if the bride and groom are still willing, —the priest said with a warm smile—, we still have a marriage to solemnize.
With no crowd left except for Nia’s father, the federal prosecutor, and the gentle afternoon breeze filtering through the trees, Min-jun turned to face Nia completely. He took both of her hands in his, holding them firmly as if he would never let go.
—Nia, —he spoke, his voice steady and filled with deep emotion—. I started this journey to protect a partner, but somewhere along the way, you became my entire world. I promise to stand by you, defend you, and love you in times of peace just as fiercely as I did in times of battle.
Tears of pure happiness glistened in Nia’s eyes as she looked at her groom. The fear, the deception, and the constant shadows were finally gone, replaced by a bright future built on absolute trust.
—Min-jun, —she answered softly, leaning closer—. You gave me back my family’s honor, but more than that, you gave me a home in your heart. I am yours, today and for all the days of my life.
The priest smiled brightly, raising his hands in a final blessing over the couple standing amidst the white roses.
—By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.
Min-jun wrapped his arms tenderly around Nia’s waist, pulling her into a deep, loving kiss under the golden afternoon light. As they held each other close, the struggle of the past months melted away into the quiet promise of forever—a true love story forged in fire and sealed in victory.
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