"Unbreakable Bride: Season 1 - A Strong Woman for a CEO Daddy"

She Trusts Him

To handle yourself, use your head, To handle others, use your heart.
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The scene was frozen in time, like a snapshot of horror. The sound of the bullet hitting the ground echoed through the air, followed by Scarlett's blood-curdling scream. Tristian's eyes were wide with terror, his brain struggling to process what had just happened.

Isa's gaze was fixed on Scarlett, his eyes filled with a mix of shock, guilt, and regret. He was paralyzed, unable to move or speak, as memories of their past flooded his mind. He had failed to protect her then, and now, he had failed again.

The air was heavy with tension, every pore on every skin covered in goosebumps. Time seemed to have stopped, leaving only the echoes of the past and the present, colliding in a moment of pure chaos.

Scarlett's eyes, once full of life and love, now seemed to be fading away, her gaze fixed on Isa, but with no recognition, no memory of the man who had once been her everything. Isa's heart was shattering, his world crumbling around him, as he realized he might lose her again, this time forever.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of Tristian's ragged breathing and the distant hum of sirens. The world around them seemed to have melted away, leaving only the three of them, suspended in a moment of pure agony.

Scarlett furrowed her brows, wondering why everyone was staring at her as if she had aged decades in mere seconds. She looked at her husband, Tristian, with furrowed brows, puzzled by his distant yet close presence. His image was blurring, and she thought it might be exhaustion.

Tristian snapped back to reality, taking large strides towards his wife. He ripped off the long sleeves of his dark hoodie, tying them together with a strong knot. He quickly caught his partially conscious wife, wrapping the fabric around her abdomen and knotting it to minimize blood flow. It was a mystery to himself how he could think straight in such a situation.

Tristian didn't notice a strange group in black emerging from the shadows until someone spoke, their voice shattering the tense silence.

Jax's panic was palpable as he stumbled backward, his mask slipping away, revealing a face contorted in anguish. "Fuck, fuck, fu...FUCK, boss lady, please be okay! What have I fucking done?" he thundered, his body weakening at the sight of Scarlett's limp form.

Another masked man, seemingly the voice of reason, shouted, "JAX!!!, You need to calm the fuck down!" despite his own worry for their boss lady.

Isa, meanwhile, had taken a gun from one of Tristian's men and joined the gunfight. Tristian, his expression eerily calm, approached Isa, his wife's lifeless body in his arms. "Hey, I need you to take her to the hospital," he said, his voice frigid.

Isa's confusion was evident as he turned to face Tristian, his thick brows furrowed. "Huh?" he asked, unsure of what to make of Tristian's calm demeanor.

Tristian's gritted teeth and thunderous voice left no room for argument. "Take her to the fucking doctor!" he barked, thrusting Scarlett into Isa's arms before snatching a gun from one of his men. Isa's eyes widened in disbelief as he struggled to process the situation.

"Get the fuck out of here and take her to the fucking doctor, or I'll shoot you in the fucking head!" Tristian bellowed, his dark tone snapping Isa out of his trance.

Isa rolled his eyes and retorted, "Be fucking polite about it," as he took large strides away from Tristian, Scarlett's limp form in his arms.

Tristian took a deep breath to calm down, not wanting to risk losing his wife by shooting Isa. He turned his attention to Welsh Smith, delivering two precise bullets to his legs, ensuring he couldn't escape.