To Fools

Remy looked at him and smiled softly. "Deth, you came." Though his expression remained icy, he nodded slightly at her.

Ethan wondered who this man was and why Remy seemed so happy to see him. He heard Deth's name as "Death" and felt a chill run down his spine.

Sophia and Julian jumped into the conversation, asking Remy if she knew this man. Sophia seemed concerned, but Remy knew she was just pretending. "Remy, do you know this man? Is he new your partner?" Sophia asked, trying to sound sweet and caring.

"We just want what's best for you, Remy," Sophia said, her voice laced with fake kindness. "We're happy to help you find someone who can take care of you." Julian nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with condescension.

Remy's stepmother, Helena, chimed in, her voice sounding insincere. "Yes, we just want to make sure you're happy and settled, dear. We're willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen." Sophia added, "You shouldn't feel pressured, Remy. Don't rush into anything just because I'm already married. You deserve someone who truly loves you, don't grab some wild man just to feel among."

Remy knew they were just trying to manipulate her, making her feel like she was desperate for a man. But she wasn't buying it.

One of Deth's men introduced him as Master Kaidën. The name surprised the guests. Who was this man, and how did he know Remy? The Kaidën family was well-known for their wealth and power.

They were incredibly powerful and wealthy, with a business empire that had lasted for decades. They were involved in real estate, finance, and industry, and their company, Dek Global Corp, was well-known and respected.

But who was this man, Nobody remembered the Kaidën family having a son like him.

Everyone knew of Kaida, the daughter of Master Kaidën. She was smart and good at business. So where did he come from?

Was he pretending to be a Kaidën to get power and influence? Was it a coincidence he has same surname with the Kaidëns? Or was he actually related to the family?

The guests looked at each other uncertainly, unsure what to make of Deth's claim.

Remy's father however, seemed shocked by Deth's arrival, his eyes narrowing in alert. 'How and where in the damn world did Remy meet Deth Kaidën?!'

Deth looked like he'd had enough of thier jargon. His gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on Remy's family before settling back on her. With a deliberate step forward, Deth moved to claim Remy, his arm sliding to her waist to support her weight.

Ethan protested, but Deth ignored him, effortlessly lifting Remy out of his arms. "I don't explain myself to fools," Deth finally said, tossing out the words carelessly, his voice low and laced with arrogance.

The guests gasped in shock, their whispers and murmurs filling the air once more, did he just refer to the Harrison family as fools?!.

Only someone from the Kaidën family could get away with such a brazen insult.

Could he be...? Was he actually from the Kaidën family?!

A hidden heir, perhaps? The possibility sent a thrill through the crowd, they hoped they've not mistakenly offended who they shouldn't.

But Deth didn't care about their speculation or their opinions. With a cold smirk, he grasped the handles of Remy's wheelchair and began to push her away from the gathering.

Remy's father stepped forward with a grave face. "Stay away from her," he said, his voice firm but slightly desperate.

Remy's gaze locked onto her father's, her eyes flashing with anger and disdain. "Let go of me," she spat, wrenching her hand free from his grasp.

"Remy your fa–"

Deth shot Remy's stepmother a cold glance, silencing her from whatever shit she was about to say.

Remy turned to Deth, her voice softening. "Please, take me away from here."

Deth's gaze flicked to Remy's father, his eyes narrowing in a silent warning. "She doesn't want you, old man. Move away." Something in Deth's eyes made Mr. Harrison shiver, and he took a step back.

Deth turned the wheelchair and resumed rolling Remy away from the wedding, his two men falling into step behind them.

Deth suddenly paused, turning to face Ethan with an amused glint in his eye. "I owe you a dance," he said, his voice filled with sarcasm.

"Well, I can't dance with you anymore."

He turned to one of his men, a towering figure with a chiseled face. "Max, you mind giving him a dance?"

Max nodded, his expression robotic. "Yes, sir."

"Perfect!" Deth said with a chuckled and walked on.

Max strode back to Ethan, his face a mask of indifference. "Mr. Wellesley, may I?" He said and stretch fort his hand, his tone flat.

Ethan's glare was venomous. "Fuck off," he spat, his voice low and deadly.

Max's expression didn't change, but he turned back around, falling into step with Deth and the others as they reached the exit.

The crowd watched in stunned silence, the only sound the soft hum of the wheelchair's motors and Deth's distant voice, a low, icy sound that made those who heard it break out in cold sweat break.

He led Remy to his sleek, black Lamborghini Urus. As they drove, Remy turned to Deth with gratitude. "Thanks for getting me out of there."

Deth's gaze locked onto hers, his low voice sending shivers down her spine. "Remy, we meet again."

Remy replied, "Yes... sorry for the trouble."

Deth's eyes seemed to bore into her soul. "You told me to come save you, didn't you?"

Remy looked uncomfortable, her ears turning red.

Deth's gaze lingered on her, scanning her intricately. "Why are you so surprised to see me?"

Remy's voice was barely above a whisper. "You didn't seem to hear me before."

Deth's gaze locked onto hers, daring her to continue. Memories of the night before flashed through Remy's mind, bringing back familiar yet strange sensations.

Deth's eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing intensity, as if he remembered every detail of their previous encounter.

"So, those losers... they're the ones you wanted to kill yourself for that night?" Deth asked quietly, his words dripping with an icy undertone.

Remy's mood shifted, her expression darkening as she remembered Sophia and Julian. "They're not worth it," Deth murmured, his voice still laced with that icy edge.

Deth's massive palm cradled her head, his fingers stroking her hair with a gentle touch.

Remy felt a lump form in her throat, her emotions almost surfacing.

Remy's eyes lifted, filling with unshed tears. Her vulnerable gaze met Kaidën's cold stare, and for a moment, it seemed like she might break down.

Tears began to flow, and Remy raised her hand to wipe them away. But Kaidën beat her to it, gently brushing the tears from her face with his fingers.

Remy's eyes widened slightly, surprised by his gentle gesture. His touch was cold, a stark contrast to the warmth of her tears.

Kaidën wiped away her tears with a tender yet detached motion. His fingers grazed her cheeks with a quiet intimacy, as if he didn't want a single drop to escape his attention.

Remy's heart thudded against her chest with a mix of emotions.

Deth leaned in, his face brushing past her cheeks as he whispered, "Maybe you need a better companion to forget tonight's memories..."

His lips grazed her earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

The car came to a sudden halt, and Deth carried Remy into a stunning house as they reached.

He laid her down on a plush bed, his movements gentle.

Remy felt a flutter of shyness, her face falling.

Deth's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her skin as he tucked her hair behind her ear.

Their gazes met, the air filled with tension. Kaidën's eyes drifted to her lips, his gaze lingering on their full, rosy curves. Remi's tongue darted out, subconsciously swirling it around her lips.

Kaidën's eyes snapped back to hers, his gaze burning with intensity, as if saying that she shouldn't have done that.

And then, without warning, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss.