No Strings Attached

lan's face was a ghostly shade of pale as he looked at her. "Don't let her die. We need to get some answers out of her."

"I know," came the steady reply. "You take care of Clara. I'll handle everything at home."

After everyone had seen Clara, they all left, leaving only Casey, who clung to his daughter's hand, unwilling to let go. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed upon Clara's ghastly pale face. Heiman's words echoed in his mind.

They hadn't completed their wedding vows today. Did that mean more dangers would lurk in their future?

Ever since Clara's birth, danger had been a relentless shadow. Why did fate have to be so cruel to such a wonderful child?

Memories of Clara's past hardships made Casey's tears fall onto the back of her hand.

in time to witness the scene. He approached with measured steps and softly called

his voice hoarse. "Ian, there's something your dad and I have kept

on the mountain. He suggested the date and said that if you completed the wedding on that day, all would be well henceforth. Otherwise, you'd face endless troubles. Ian, Clara

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on using her hand while she collapsed in my arms. So, don't worry anymore. We'll be safe from now

to help him with the ring before losing consciousness, he'd made a split-second decision to complete the vow. Now, it seemed like the right call.

the next morning with a piercing pain. It felt as though someone had been wiping her brow with a damp cloth

face. The usually immaculate man now sported a stubble, and his deep-set eyes were bloodshot with dark

seeing her awake, lan stopped his ministrations. His voice was rough with emotion. "Clara, does it hurt?" He