Marvis POV
Gunfire cracked across the ballroom.
The golden lights shook. People screamed and dropped their champagne glasses. Some ran. Some hid. But I stood firm, eyes locked on the man I came here for Wayne.
The man behind everything. The man who ruined Melody's life.
Wayne stumbled backwards, guarded by his men, his once confident face now full of fear. My men charged through the smoke and noise, fighting hard. The room that had been filled with laughter a few minutes ago was now a battlefield.
Wayne's voice cut through the chaos.
"Why are you doing this, Marvis? You used to work for me! What happened?"
I stepped closer, gun in hand, eyes burning.
"Shut up, Wayne," I said through clenched teeth.
That's when the room went still. The sound of heels echoed on the marble floor. Slowly, everyone turned.
At the top of the grand staircase stood Melody.
She was dressed in a black gown that shimmered like a river of midnight. The slit ran high up her leg. Her hair flowed down her back. She didn't look like a girl anymore. She looked like power. Like royalty. Like someone who had come to end it all.
Wayne's eyes widened. "Well, well…" he said with a grin, licking his lips. "Isn't this a surprise?"
He tried to act calm. Cool. Like he still had control.
"You look beautiful, sweetheart," he said, taking a few steps forward. "You should be standing beside me, not him."
Melody didn't blink. She followed him slowly, steady like a shadow.
Then BANG!
She shot one of his men in the leg.
The man screamed and dropped.
Wayne froze in place.
Melody raised her head, her voice strong and clear.
"You remember Mr. Xavier Quinn?" she said, her eyes locking onto Wayne. "My father? The one you hated so much. The one who had more power, more respect… more connections than you ever would?"
Wayne didn't answer. Melody's words grew sharper.
"The one you sent your useless men after… just to 'clean up your mess' because he threatened your fake little empire?"
Wayne's face twitched. Guilt. Fear. Shame.
Melody stepped closer until she stood right in front of him. Her hand was steady, her eyes cold.
Then she turned to me.
Her voice softened, just for me to hear.
"Finish the job," she whispered.
She handed me her gun.
Then without another word, she turned and walked away head held high, the long black dress flowing behind her like a queen leaving her throne.
I looked down at the gun in my hand.
Wayne was shaking now. "Please… Marvis-"
But I didn't listen. I raised the gun. And I finished it.