Vows and Vengeance

Yuna stood there-frozen in disbelief-as her ex-fiance married her younger sister.Betrayal.Deception.Loss.

Each of these emotions crashed on her like a heavy storm. It felt surreal to her.Her mind spun, thoughts colliding in a haze of pain and fury-but her body had already moved.Before she could stop herself, her fist connected-hard-with David's jaw.The sharp crack echoed like a gunshot through the garden ceremony. Gasps erupted all around them. David stumbled backward, clutching his face, and a stunned silence fell for a heartbeat.Then-"Yuna!" Elsa screamed, her veil shifted sideways as she rushed forward. "What the hell is wrong with you?! This is my wedding!""You mean my leftovers' wedding?" Yuna spat, chest heaving. Her voice trembled, not with fear-but fury. "You could've at least waited until the ink on our breakup was dry.""Don't do this here," David muttered, regaining his balance. He glanced around at the horrified guests, trying to salvage his perfect image. "You're causing a scene.""Oh, I am the scene now?" Yuna's voice rose, sharp and cold. "You slept with my sister while we were still engaged. You think I care about a damn scene?"Elsa's face turned red with rage. "It just... happened, okay? You were always so busy. So perfect. So... distant.""Busy building our future!" Yuna snapped. "While you were busy building a bed behind my back."An uproar broke out. Guests whispered, someone pulled out their phone. A bridesmaid cried. Yuna's mother shouted her name from the crowd. Somewhere in the background, someone yelled, "Call the police!"And through it all, Yuna stood in the middle of it like a storm's eye, calm and deadly.She hadn't meant to lose control. She hadn't meant to hit anyone-especially not in front of a hundred people and a flower wall. But seeing David smile like that, slipping that ring on Elsa's finger, whispering vows he had once practiced with her... It was like being gutted in public.She couldn't breathe.Elsa was still screaming. David was still stunned. And Yuna? She just stood there, mascara streaking down her cheeks, hands trembling, as the police arrived and began asking questions.At the station, the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Yuna sat alone, clutching a paper cup of cold water, her hands still shaking. Her phone was confiscated. Her dignity? Left somewhere back at the altar.Her parents had rushed in the moment they got the call."Yuna!" Her mother's voice cracked as she reached her. "What were you thinking, sweetie?"Yuna stared blankly. "I wasn't. I saw them together and it was like... something snapped."Her mother sighed, brushing a strand of hair from Yuna's damp forehead. "This isn't like you.""I know," Yuna whispered, eyes brimming. "But I couldn't take it, Mom. I gave him everything. And she-she knew.""I know, sweetheart. I know." Her mom squeezed her hand. "We'll get through this. We always do."But when they pulled up to the house, Yuna froze in the passenger seat. Media vans. Cameras. Reporters with microphones like vultures circling a fresh carcass."Oh God," she muttered, slouching in her seat. "They're everywhere." "They'll lose interest soon," her mother said, though her voice lacked conviction. No, they wouldn't. Not with the headline practically writing itself: Heiress Punches Ex-Fiance at Sister's Wedding.Yuna stared at the flashing cameras. Her life had just shattered in front of the world... and nothing would ever be the same again.The following few days were hell for Yuna, she had barely slept.Yuna saw her name and the ruckus she had caused appeared all over the internet, news papers and news. The News outlets named it " The Society Scandal of the year". News headlines called it variety of topics like "Heiress brawl at Million- dollar wedding!" and "Rival Sisters Explode at High-Profile Ceremony!".Her PR team called-"Yuna, it's Austin," came a stappled voice speaking through the phone speaker. "We have to make a statement. A controlled one. Something that paints you as heartbroken but not unstable.""I punched my ex at his wedding," Yuna muttered, rested across the couch in her silk robe. "There's no controlling that.""You're a Eastin," Austin said firmly. "You don't get to fall apart in public. You own the narrative.""Maybe I don't want to own it," Yuna said bitterly. "Maybe I want to disappear.""Too late. The whole internet knows your name now-and trust me, the vultures aren't circling for sympathy."Yuna hung up.In the living room, her father paced while reading the morning paper. Her mother silently weaped."You could've handled it better," her father finally said, glancing at her from above his glasses. "But... I understand why you didn't.""Thanks," Yuna muttered, wrapping her arms around herself. "I think.""I'll speak to the lawyers. See what we can do to bring down the news." He looked exhausted. "Elsa is still at the honeymoon suite at The Langford. She's refusing to come home.""Let her stay there forever," Yuna snapped.Her mother gave her a soft look. "She's your sister.""Was my sister," Yuna corrected. "Now she's just... someone else. Someone who stole the life I was supposed to have."There was a long silence.Then-Her phone buzzed again.Unknown Number.She thought of ignoring it, but something compelled her to swipe."Hello?"A low, male voice answered. Smooth. Rich. Controlled."Miss Eastin? This is Alexander Wolfe. We haven't met, but I think we need to."Yuna blinked. "Who?""CEO of Wolfe International. Let's just say... I have an interest in your situation. And I believe we can help each other."Yuna sat up straighter, alarmed. "Why would the owner of Wolfe International care about my personal mess?""Because your 'personal mess' is about to disrupt business I care about. And because your sister just married into a family I have... history with."Yuna's eyes narrowed. "What kind of history?" A soft chuckle. "The kind you don't talk about over the phone. Meet me. Tonight. La Pierre. Private room. Eight o'clock." Before she could reply, the line went off. She stared at her phone, too stunned to speak. "What is it?" her mother asked."I... I think I just got invited to dinner by a billionaire," Yuna murmured."Please tell me it's not another David." Yuna's eyes darkened. "No. This one feels... dangerous."