Chapter 2 - Discovering how a humiliated billionaire bride unleashes immediate corporate annihilation against her deceptive groom and cruel mother-in-law inside a glittering New York penthouse suite.
Amelia stood tall against the floor-to-ceiling glass, her eyes still stinging from the pepper spray, but her gaze burned with absolute, cold fury.
Ethan stumbled backward on the imported marble flooring, his charcoal black suit jacket wrinkled from panic as he stared at his powerful new wife.
"Amelia, please, let's talk about this rationally before you make a massive mistake you'll regret," Ethan stammered, his voice cracking with fear.
Amelia pressed the smartphone tighter against her ear, ignoring his pathetic pleas entirely as the security dispatch answered on the secure line.
"Building security online, Ms. Vance; what are your direct orders for penthouse suite four hundred?" the chief guard responded crisply.
"Revoke all biometric access for Eleanor Vance and Ethan Vance immediately, and escort them off the premises," Amelia commanded with icy precision.
"Right away, ma'—security teams are heading up the private elevator bank right now," the head guard confirmed over the encrypted connection.
Eleanor groaned loudly from the floor where she had fallen, clutching her cheek while her silver hair fell in messy strands across her forehead.
"You arrogant little brat, you can't throw me out of my son's home!" Eleanor shrieked, scrambling to her knees in her emerald green suit.
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"This is my penthouse, purchased with my own company funds three years before I ever met your pathetic son," Amelia replied coldly.
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