Chapter 2 - Crimson Fury Unleashed
The sound of Evelyn’s pointed heels against the marble floor echoed like the rapid beat of war drums.
She did not hesitate, surging across the ballroom floor like an unstoppable crimson wildfire.
Her red silk dress swirled sharply around her ankles as she reached her daughter in two breathless strides.
Evelyn dropped to one knee beside Clara, wrapping her left arm firmly around the girl's shuddering shoulders.
Her fingers gently brushed Clara’s tear-stained face, feeling the scorching heat radiating from the violent red welt.
Every maternal instinct within Evelyn’s soul ignited into pure, concentrated rage.
"I have you, baby, I have you," Evelyn whispered fiercely, her voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through her veins.
She hauled Clara upright in one smooth, protective motion, shielding her daughter behind her back.
Clara clung desperately to the thick crimson fabric of Evelyn's wedding gown, shaking uncontrollably.
Evelyn rose to her full height and stepped directly into Julian’s personal space without blinking.
Julian’s arrogant smirk barely began to form before Evelyn’s right hand whipped across the air.
SMACK!
The first open-handed slap struck Julian’s jaw with deafening speed and precision.
Before his head could fully recoil from the blow, Evelyn’s left hand struck back across his opposite cheek.
SMACK!
The double impact sent the towering forty-five-year-old groom stumbling backward two clumsy steps.
Julian gripped his face in stunned disbelief, his eyes widening as blood rushed beneath his tanned skin.
Never in his privileged life had anyone dared to raise a hand against him.
Evelyn planted her feet like an iron pillar between the billionaire and her weeping daughter.
She raised her arm, her index finger aimed straight between Julian’s shocked eyes like a loaded barrel.
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!" Evelyn roared, her voice shaking the crystal pendants of the chandeliers.
The entire mansion fell into a tomb-like silence as guests held their breath in sheer terror.
Julian’s face twisted from shock into vicious, unhinged hatred as he realized he had been struck in public.
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Clara kept her forehead pressed against her mother’s back, weeping softly in profound relief.
Evelyn did not back down an inch, her gaze daring the violent groom to make another move.
