Chapter 7 - Private Confrontation In The Bridal Suite
Thirty minutes later, the grand bridal suite inside the church annex was filled with suffocating tension and angry silence.
Victoria paced back and forth across the Persian rug, her diamond earrings swinging angrily with every sharp turn she made.
The door unlocked quietly, and Jonathan walked into the room alone, closing the heavy wooden barrier behind him.
“Where is that wretched woman? Did you pay her off to disappear so we can salvage our reception?” Victoria demanded instantly.
“She is resting in my private car with a medical team, Victoria... she isn't going anywhere,” Jonathan replied coldly.
“You humiliated me! My father spent two million dollars on this wedding, and you ruined it over a street beggar!” she yelled.
“That street beggar is my mother, Victoria... the mother your family illegally erased from my life when I was five years old,” Jonathan stated.
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Victoria stopped pacing, crossing her arms over her chest as a cynical, defensive sneer twisted her perfectly made-up lips.
“Even if that’s true, what does it matter now? You have a billion-dollar empire, my last name, and a place among the elite,” she sneered.
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