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Aug 02, 2026 · 8 chapters

The church was swallowed whole by an icy, suffocating silence. What had begun as a slight tug on the delicate white lace of Sofia’s dress had descended into a scene of absolute chaos. Guests were standing on their pews, gasping in horror, while the priest frantically clutched his Bible to his chest. To everyone present, Rich—the loyal, golden-hearted Labrador who had slept at the foot of Sofia’s bed for nine years—had suddenly turned into a feral beast.

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Chapter 1 - THE SECRET BEHIND THE GROOM’S MASKThe church was swallowed whole by an icy, suffocating silence. What had begun as a slight tug on the delicate white lace of Sofia’s dress had descended into a scene of absolute chaos. Guests were standing on their pews, gasping in horror, while the priest frantically clutched his Bible to his chest.

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