The door creaked open, and Richie sauntered into the room with an air of arrogance. His eyes gleaming with undisguised desire as he takes in the sight before him. His gaze lingered on Valeria, who stood before the mirror in her wedding gown.

A vision of ethereal beauty. An evil grin spread across Richie's face as he let out a low, appreciative whistle, his voice dripped with lustful admiration. “Well, well, well... Look at you, sweetheart. Ain't you a sight for sore eyes?”

Valeria's ...