Chapter 3
"You don't have a bride anymore, Phoebe," Christian replied, his voice dropping an octave into a chilling, absolute verdict.
The entire banquet hall gasped as the terrifying reality of his words settled over the wealthy crowd.
"What did you just say?" Phoebe whispered, her manicured fingers trembling as she clutched her emerald silk dress.
"I said the wedding is canceled," Christian stated plainly, pulling the silver tie from his collar and tossing it onto a champagne table.
"I would rather spend the rest of my life in a federal penitentiary than be tied to a heartless monster like you."
Phoebe’s father, multi-billionaire industrialist Arthur Sterling, rushed forward from the head table with his face contorted in anger.
"Christian, you are making a catastrophic mistake!" Arthur roared, pointing a shaking finger at his prospective son-in-law.
"The Sterling-Vance corporate merger goes live at midnight! You can't just walk away from this alliance!"
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Christian turned his icy gaze toward the older man, a dark, dangerous smile touching the corners of his mouth.
"Watch me, Arthur," Christian whispered.
