Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

On the shore of South Island, several figures dressed in black diving suits emerged from the water, securing their hooks on the rocks and beginning to climb upwards. The submarine that brought them had already returned to its original location, maintaining a safe distance. Once on the rocks, the darkness was almost suffocating, with little visibility.

Removing their diving gear and hiding it in the crevices of the rocks, they prepared to blend in upon their return. As they gathered in a spacious area of the rocks, suddenly, a dozen or so people emerged from the concealed rock formations, surrounding them in an instant. The black-clad individuals looked at each other in shock, their eyes the only visible sign of fear. Their mission was meant to remain covert, but they were apprehended as soon as they landed.

One of them, a slender figure, fell to the ground with a thud. “Oh my, ” she lamented, a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, belonging to a middle-aged woman. Aaron, along with his elite guard, all Special Forces and military veterans, bellowed, “You are surrounded! Drop your weapons!”

As his guard advanced upon his command, the black-clad individuals begrudgingly gave up their weapons. “Take off your masks and strip off your night gear, ” Aaron commanded. The black-clad individuals exchanged glances before reaching into their waistbands and swiftly ingesting something, sending them into a frenzy of convulsions and pain before succumbing to the effects of the poison within a minute’s time.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Luther, emerging from the shadows, suddenly shouted, “They’re trying to take their own lives!” With a swift leap, he targeted the slender figure who, moments before, had let out a cry of despair. He quickly disarmed her, preventing her from self-inflicting harm. She was restrained by two guards, rendered immobilized.

As the others drank the poison and writhed in agony, it was evident that Luther’s quick thinking had possibly saved any further casualties. As Luther approached her, Aaron trailed behind him, while Anderson and Kane emerged from the rocks. Anderson, taken aback, was the first to exclaim, “Elsa, how could it be you?” The impossible truth was staring him in the face, for Elsa Hurley had always been kind to them, their grandmother’s distant relative. He couldn’t fathom how this could be possible. Nonetheless, Luther was not as surprised. Bringing her to the light, he confronted Elsa, “So, it’s you. You’ve disappointed the Dais again.”

Exposed under the scrutiny of the flashlight, Elsa’s face had contorted with pain and turmoil. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she begged for forgiveness, admitting her deceit and expressing remorse. “I’m sorry, Mr. Warner. I’ve failed you and the Dais. Please, let me die in atonement.”

Luther maintained his composure, demanding an explanation for her betrayal. Elsa’s tearful plea revealed her guilt but fell short of disclosing the deeper reasons for her actions. Luther calmly explained how he had uncovered her treachery, leaving her stunned by the realization of her folly.

Bearing witness to Elsa’s unraveling truth, Anderson was bewildered by the revelation, while Luther showed little surprise. “Elsa, you believed your actions were faultless, but in truth, no plan is flawless. Your role as the steward allowed you access to the outside world, enabling you to relay our movements. But upon investigating the home and surrounding communications, I found no evidence of any outside messages. There was only one possibility – someone outside was aiding you. The Dais remained indoors for the most part, leaving you as the sole outsider. I allowed you to land here, thinking you had succeeded, but little did you know, I had arranged for you to return home under the guise of housekeeping. Knowing your impatience, I knew you would attempt to return here, revealing your true intentions.”

Elsa, feeling the weight of her betrayal, pleaded for forgiveness, her body racked with sobs as Luther’s stoic resolve exposed her falsehood.