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CADEN'S POV

My face was ruined as the nurse tried to apply ointment and bandage the burnt part, while everyone looked at me in disgust. I was escorted to my limo with my entourage as we all drove away from the scene.

"Prepare a trip to Australia," I said abruptly, shocking everyone in the car.

"Why Australia?" one of them asked.

"That engagement cost me a fortune, and that bitch just burnt the building down. Her life isn't a well enough trade. After what she did to my face, her relatives will have a share in her punishment by joining her in hell. Book my private jet to Australia, and load on gunpowder and petrol. They will die the Same way she did," I declared with a chilling determination.

"As you wish, sir," they replied, the gravity of my command sinking in.

TRISTAN'S POV

I took an elevator to the third floor as my heart dropped at the thought Willow would die any moment now. She can't die; she won't die. I kept that mantra on repeat; it was my only hope, the only thing I could hold