Chapter 5 - THE MOTHER-IN-LAW’S FURY
Seated in the front row of the white folding chairs, Eleanor Vance stood up with sudden, aristocratic fury.
Her tailored emerald suit rustled as she marched toward the altar, her face contorted in an ugly mask of outrage.
"Damon, have you completely lost your mind in front of our entire family and social circle?" she demanded loudly.
The guests gasped, whispering behind designer sunglasses as the matriarch attempted to salvage her family's pristine reputation.
Damon didn't flinch; he merely turned his piercing gaze toward the woman who had orchestrated this entire nightmare.
"Sit down, Mother," Damon said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy register that silenced her instantly.
"You think you hid your tracks well, but this letter details every single bribe, threat, and forged signature," he stated.
Eleanor’s face lost its color in a fraction of a second, her calculated composure cracking like fragile porcelain.
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"Don't be absurd, Damon—someone has poisoned your mind with malicious falsehoods," she stammered, stepping back nervously.
"The only poison in this family was poured by your own hands," Damon replied, holding up the heavy paper for all to see.
