Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Party problems I.
Loud music blared across the arena, with a huge disco ball at the center illuminating the hall in bright purple light.
Visitors danced wildly, while others kept their attention fixed on their devices—Daniel had been trending for a while now. His account, which once had barely eight followers since he never posted anything, something that existed only for account’s sake, had suddenly exploded to twenty million followers.
The wedding video uploaded online had already gathered a hundred million likes on Instagram and over ten thousand comments in a single day. People were going wild over the groom’s display, and with each passing minute the numbers kept climbing as though he were some kind of superstar. And truly, by marrying the richest man in the world and pulling off the drama he did at the wedding, Daniel Lancaster had indeed become a huge celebrity.
People waited for their arrival with restless indignation, devices raised and ready to record and stream again. They had realized the easiest way to boost their fading accounts was simply by posting about the celebrity couple.
At a grand table, the powerful Wolfe family sat in their pride, Grandma Rachel positioned authoritatively at the center. On her sides were Xylander’s aunt and her husband. Then came Maxine, who had been furiously active online, leaving hateful comments on any page that shared the wedding video—only to be immediately attacked by Daniel’s growing, toxic fanbase, who had made it their duty to crush any hate aimed at their idol.
"Grandma, do something! Your son will destroy everything we’ve worked for, and it’s not fair!" Maxine squirmed, her face a twisted mixture of jealousy and contempt.
Never in her life would she have believed a gay wedding could gather such massive support. But here it was—crowds of people were backing them. Just one word against the couple was now enough to bring an avalanche of death threats upon you.
The wedding had become the highlight of the year, a spectacle so great that people had already declared no wedding could ever match it.
"I don’t have the power to say anything anymore," Grandma Rachel said matter-of-factly. "What I can do is see if he truly deserves to be called the groom of this great family. If not, he’ll be forced to pack out. From tomorrow, the Wolfe family test will begin."
Maxine was not pleased. She had begun to reluctantly accept the wedding, and that only made her more disappointed.
"But what about a grandchild? Don’t you want one? With this, our family name will die with him!" she blurted out bitterly.
Rachel shook her head in exhaustion.
"You’re disturbing me, Max. And the person who should be worried about us is you. When are you getting married? Instead of obsessing over your brother’s life, you should start planning how to get yourself a man."
Rachel’s words silenced her, leaving Maxine staring in shock.
So, that hoe had even managed to drag her grandmother into his web of lies and deceit? God forbid she joined! Over her dead body. Standing abruptly, she attempted to leave, but Rachel’s voice thundered like a command.
"Sit that dry ass down, Maxine—or you’re grounded!"
Maxine’s face twitched. Grounded? Was she a child? Was Grandma out of her mind?
"You’re imposing your rule on me just because I said something sensible! How can a man bear you a child? And now you’re attacking me, Grandma?" Maxine yelled.
"When you fainted during that bitch’s arrival, who took care of you? Wasn’t it me? Where was Xylander then? I don’t understand this fixation you all have with him. But it’s fine—I won’t be part of this charade!" Maxine shouted and turned to leave.
But before she could take a step, Rachel rose, and with a powerful strike landed a thunderous slap across her face. The sound echoed through the party hall, silencing everyone.
Even the music itself screeched to a halt.
"Don’t talk to me like that, young woman! If you disobey me again, I’ll take away your cars and your devices. When you’ve learned respect, then you can come for them!" Rachel thundered.
Tears streaked down Maxine’s cheeks as she rushed out toward the exit.
Joseph and Diane quickly moved to calm Rachel, trying to reduce the tension.
Meanwhile, Alexander—the mastermind behind the party—resumed the music, blending sounds to wash away the heavy atmosphere caused by the confrontation.
"Calm down, Granny. Your blood sugar is too high, remember? You don’t want to collapse again," Diane whispered, patting Rachel’s shoulder gently.
Meanwhile, Maxine stormed out, sobbing, still reeling in shock that her own grandmother had raised a hand against her. Why was everything falling apart?
As she turned a corner, she collided with a figure and almost fell, only to be caught in firm hands. The scent, the cologne—it was intoxicating, almost spellbinding. For a moment she froze, but when she looked up, her face drained of color.
It was Daniel Morreti—whatever his name was—holding her in his arms.
Embarrassed and humiliated, she scrambled up, shoved him away, and scurried off with a scornful glare.
"Don’t you ever touch me again, or I swear you’ll regret having hands at all!" she spat before throwing Xylander a venomous look and storming away.
Daniel stood frozen in shock. See me and see problem. Just because I tried to stop her from falling, I’ve now become the villain.
"Well, I guess that’s what I get for bringing my hands near her," Daniel hissed, and Xylander’s hand slid across his back.
"Ignore her tantrums. She’ll come back to her senses eventually. Don’t let her ruin the perfect day that has just begun. So... shall we go in?" Xylander asked softly.
Daniel smiled faintly, slipping his hand into Xylander’s as they ventured into the arena.
Just then, a voice screamed from the crowd.
"Haaaaaaaaaaa! Guys, it’s the Golden Couple!"
Before they could process it, the crowd surged, screaming at the top of their lungs, rushing forward to touch them.
"Daniel Morreti! You’re so gorgeous, can I touch you?" a crazed fangirl cried, clutching her camera.
"Xylander! I want my man to be like you—rich and god-like perfection!" another squealed.
"Please, you two should kiss!" a man shouted, and instantly the crowd went wild.
"Yes! Kiss! Kiss! Kissssssss!"
Daniel grew terrified as the mob pressed in. The crowd was choking, suffocating, and more people kept flooding in.
"Why are there so many? I thought there was a list of specific guests only?" Daniel whispered to Xylander, his voice barely audible over the deafening music and screams.
But Xylander caught the words, and his heart tightened. Daniel was right. Why were there so many strangers here? This crowd was dangerous—especially now, when Daniel’s life was under threat. An imposter could easily slip in among them and attack.
He signaled for Alexander, and when Alex came, Xylander quickly questioned him.
"Why are there this many people?"
While the two discussed, Daniel’s eyes roamed the crowd. Suddenly, his pulse quickened. He froze.
Through the throng, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face.
Gregor. One of the twins.
He was searching, scanning the crowd, as though hunting for something—or someone.
Him.
"No... it can’t be." Daniel’s heart pounded. They couldn’t have reached here already.
But when he looked again, Gregor was gone.
Where is he? Daniel panicked in terror.
If Gregor was here, that meant Adrian Valez couldn’t be far.
Oh God. He wasn’t ready for bloodshed. Not here.
He searched for Xylander, but the crowd had swallowed him.
"No! Xyle! Xylander, where are you?"
Suddenly, as if deliberately, the music blasted louder, drowning out his cries. Desperate, Daniel ran forward—only to freeze.
A huge, muscular man blocked his path, tattoos crawling across his arms like venomous snakes.
Not Adrian... God, not Adrian.
But it was.
Adrian Valez. His eyes glinted, burning with murderous intent.
"Miss me, baby?" Adrian sneered.
"You’ve got guts. Marrying another man, enjoying life here—while you left me rotting in the woods. Is that fair?" he barked.
"And don’t worry. As for Xylander, my men are dealing with him right now." Adrian’s aura poured over him, thick and suffocating. It was nothing like before.
Daniel staggered. His pheromones—what once drew him in—now reeked like poison. Disgust churned in his gut, making him want to vomit. Unlike Xylander’s or Alexander’s, which felt like a sweet, irresistible pull, Adrian’s was now a vile stench clouding his senses.
"Leave me alone! I don’t belong to you anymore. I’m my own person. The contract that bound us has been terminated!" Daniel spat, inching backward, preparing himself to bolt.
Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He seemed caught off guard. Did he not know?
But then he smirked, pulling a folded document from his pocket.
"Only a fool keeps a single copy. Did you really think I’d let go so easily? Why do you think I’m here? Of course I’ve got someone on the inside—just like they had someone inside my headquarters."
His chilling words made goosebumps crawl up Daniel’s skin.
"Tonight, Daniel, all of Xylander’s fortunes will be mine. I’ll destroy him, kill his entire family... and butcher him. Then I’ll feed his body parts to you. How does that sound?" Adrian’s evil intentions dripped like venom.
Daniel’s body went cold. Adrian was no longer human—he was a beast. And he was serious.
No... not Xylander. I won’t let this happen.
He steeled himself, ready to warn him, ready to fight—when suddenly, two figures appeared.
Gregor and Greta.
With a swift, brutal strike, they slammed their fists into Daniel’s forehead. Pain exploded through him as his body crashed to the floor, blood pooling beneath his head.