Chapter 2
Sarah wiped the single drop of blood from her lip with the back of her khaki-clad wrist, her eyes remaining ice-cold and focused.
She placed a protective hand over her son’s navy blue blazer, pulling him gently away from the center of the grand ballroom.
"We are leaving, Leo," Sarah murmured softly, her voice steady despite the humiliation she had just endured in front of high society.
Phoebe sneered loudly, watching Sarah retreat toward the mahogany double doors with undisguised contempt.
"Good riddance, trash," Phoebe muttered under her breath, tossing her dark hair back over her shoulder.
"Security, make sure those peasants don't steal any silver on their way out."
Before the estate guards could take a step forward, Christian raised his hand with an authoritative snap of his wrist.
"Nobody moves an inch," Christian commanded, his voice carrying the weight of a multi-billion-dollar corporate empire.
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Phoebe spun around to face her groom, her face flushing with sudden, incandescent rage.
"Are you taking her side over your own bride on our wedding night?" Phoebe shrieked, dropping her cold composure entirely.
