The grand hall was buzzing with activity, the lavish decorations gleaming under the soft, warm light. Viktor stood at the altar, his posture tall and commanding, radiating authority as he silently scanned the room. His family members stood close by, each offering their silent support, while the most influential guests had already begun to gather. The entire mafia world was here, dressed in their finest, mingling with the air of quiet power they all carried.

Viktor's face remained emotionless, but his mind was far from calm. He offered a polite nod to a few important guests who acknowledged him, but his thoughts were elsewhere. His gaze kept darting towards the entrance, his patience slowly thinning as he waited for the bride.