Chapter 3
"Your father's money cannot buy basic human decency, Chloe, and it certainly cannot buy my loyalty after what you just did," Ethan stated flatly.
He guided Eleanor away from the head table, walking steadily down the central aisle as the parting crowd whispered in terrified awe.
The wedding planner stood near the mahogany exit doors, clutching a clipboard with shaking hands and unsure whether to lock the panels.
"Open those doors," Ethan commanded quietly as he approached, his piercing gaze compelling the terrified employee to comply instantly.
The grand wooden doors swung wide open, revealing the brightly lit hotel lobby where hotel staff stood frozen in sheer disbelief.
As Ethan and Eleanor stepped out of the ballroom, the heavy oak doors clicked shut behind them, sealing the fate of the multi-million dollar wedding.
Inside the hall, absolute chaos erupted as guests began grabbing their designer coats, whispering furiously about the unprecedented public scandal.
Chloe collapsed onto the edge of the stage, her champagne-colored dress pooling around her like the wreckage of a sunken ship.
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Her father, a powerful Wall Street titan, stormed out from the VIP lounge with a face contorted into an ugly mask of corporate fury.
"Where is Ethan? Where is that ungrateful bastard going?" he roared, his voice echoing off the crystal chandeliers above the empty dance floor.
