The guests in the wedding hall were waiting impatiently for the couple. Blake Turner as well as Mr Calypso took glances at the door, waiting for their children. Abruptly the door opened, welcoming the bride and the groom. For a moment, silence engulfed the room. The excited faces gazed eagerly to see how beautiful the bride and the groom were.  Garaine Jones was walking timidly beside the young master, circling her hand around his arm, while he walked in proudly with chin propped up. No sooner had the guests realized that the bride wasn't Miss Calypso than whispering and mumbling noises flooded the hall. Blake Turner frowned as soon as his eyes fell on the bride. An astounded Blake Turner glanced at his son who didn't seem to mind the disgusting gazes that were piercing him. Meanwhile, Mr Calypso just stared at the couple, unable to interpret the situation. 

 Garaine stood there, thunderstruck. She had to prove that she loved the person whom she hated the most. But how? She glanced at Mrs Calypso only to find an irritating victorious smirk on her face. Instantly, she felt like wiping off that annoying smirk off that woman's face.  Finding no other option, she turned towards Weylin. Weylin was about to interfere when Garaine pulled him by his neck, pressing her lips against his. Weylin's eyes widened when he felt a pair of soft lips against his cold ones, leaving him completely bewildered. Before he could react, she pushed him gently, breaking the kiss.  "Do you need any more proof than this?" Garaine asked, looking at Mrs Calypso.  She herself turned into beet red after doing something so brazen. She

 "Garaine! What have you done?!"  Garaine was rubbing her lips harshly with a piece of cloth, causing them to bleed. Her mascara was smeared while her eyes became red and swollen. Upon seeing the young master, she didn't even stop, rubbing her lips harshly, trying to get rid of the lingering feeling of his lips on hers.  "Garaine, stop it!" Weylin yelled, trying to stop her.  The lady turned a deaf ear to his words. Breathing heavily, she continued rubbing her lips, causing them to bleed even more.  "What the heck are you doing?" Weylin rushed to her, holding her wrists tightly. "Oh my God! You are bleeding!" "Let me go!" Ga

 "Did The Spades join hands with The Dragon?" Weylin asked in a grim voice. It's not that I didn't expect this, but how could he join them that fast? He thought.  "The leader of The Spades, Adams Calypso, is captured by The Dragon while his daughter and her husband escaped secretly," Jace asserted. "What?!" Weylin exclaimed, totally unprepared for the piece of information. "Captured? But why?" "No idea, Weylin," Jace replied, looking as distressed as ever. "Judging from the situation, it seems like The Spades and The Dragon were allies from the very beginning. Otherwise, why would The Dragon capture Mr Calypso and chase after his daughter? And if I am not wrong, the marri