Chapter 3
The caterers began clearing the champagne towers and gourmet ice sculptures before the main course was even served.
Distinguished politicians, Wall Street executives, and high-society icons stood up from their tables in awkward silence.
"Please tell me this is a sick joke, Evelyn," Chloe whimpered, stepping out from behind Lucas with tears welling in her eyes.
"We spent eight months planning this reception at the Plaza!"
Evelyn took a single step closer, her heels clicking authoritatively against the floor.
"You spent my money planning a fairy tale while mocking me behind my back," Evelyn stated without an ounce of warmth.
"The catering, the flowers, the private orchestra, and even the gold embroidery on your dress were billed to my corporate account."
Lucas lunged forward, his face red with uncontrollable rage as he tried to grab Evelyn's shoulder.
Before his hand could touch her silk dress, Marcus Vance, Evelyn's chief security officer, intercepted him effortlessly.
Marcus twisted Lucas's wrist back with precise, calculated force, forcing the younger man to his knees.
"Touch Ms. Vella again, and you will spend your wedding night in a federal holding cell," Marcus warned in a low growl.
Chloe shrieked in terror, pulling her train back to avoid the scuffle as guests hurried toward the exits.
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Arthur stood frozen in place, realizing for the first time in his life that he had backed the wrong child.
"Clear the room," Evelyn ordered her team calmly, turning her back on her ruined family.
