Chapter 3 - The Bride Screams And Tries To Deny Everything
Clarissa Vance—or rather, Clarissa Sterling, as she hoped to become—stepped forward with a face twisted in rage.
“Harrison, do not listen to this street brat! She’s a lying beggar sent here to ruin us!” Clarissa shrieked.
Her voice shattered the tense silence of the cathedral-like ballroom, echoing off the towering crystal chandeliers.
“Look at her dress, Harrison! Look at that baby! They’re common vagrants trying to extort our family!” she yelled.
Harrison slowly raised his head, his hazel eyes locking onto Clarissa with a chilling, murderous intensity.
“Shut your mouth, Clarissa,” Harrison said quietly, his voice dropping into a register that made her step back.
“They are my daughters... my flesh and blood,” Harrison added, his words dropping like lead weights.
Clarissa went completely pale, her manicured fingers clawing desperately at the expensive lace of her wedding veil.
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“You told me they were placed safely in the private estate upstate! You said they were gone!” she screamed.
She had just confessed her complicity to the entire ballroom in a fit of panicked, uncontrolled fury.
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