Chapter 9 - Escaping The Luxury Wedding Chaos Forever
We left the Bellmont Grand ballroom while whispers and camera shutters followed our every single step toward the private elevators.
My father tried to follow us into the lobby, but Adrian’s security detail politely barred him from entering the transit car.
“Natalie, please, let me explain about the trust fund!” my father called out as the mirrored elevator doors slid shut.
I stared at my own reflection in the glass panel, feeling lighter than I had felt in nearly a decade of single motherhood.
The elevator descended smoothly past forty floors of luxury apartments down to the subterranean valet parking level below.
Adrian walked beside me, holding little Lily’s small hand while she chattered happily about the stuffed rabbit’s adventures.
“Where are we going, Mommy?” Lily asked as a sleek black bulletproof sedan pulled up silently to the private loading bay.
“We’re going home, sweetheart. And everything is going to be completely fine from now on,” I promised her with a genuine smile.
Adrian opened the rear passenger door for us, ensuring we were comfortably seated before closing it with a soft, solid thud.
He slid into the front passenger seat next to his driver, turning around briefly to check if we needed anything else for the ride.
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“My team will handle all the federal depositions and asset recovery filings tomorrow morning,” Adrian assured me over the partition.
“Thank you, Adrian. I don’t even know how to begin repaying you for what you’ve done tonight,” I said sincerely.
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