Nancy and Daniel arrived at the wedding venue, and her eyes widened at the sight. The crowd was enormous, the scale of the event stunning. Her shock furthered deepened as she saw Alex standing at the front, the priest beside him, waiting for the bride.Nancy’s mouth fell open as she noticed the esteemed personalities seated in the VIP section—the country’s president, his high-ranking officials, and the vice president of the Sebastian Southlake Corporation. She hadn’t expected the wedding to be this grand, attended by such prestigious guests. Quickly, she shook off her awe, dismissing it with a wave of her hand.“This is all Anastasia’s influence,” she muttered. “Working at the Sebastian Southlake Corporation surely gave her these connections.”Daniel nodded in agreement. “Exactly, Grandmother. Everything here is because of her. If she’d used that same influence to help the Empire, we wouldn’t be in this mess. That’s why she has to pay for her selfishness.”Daniel’s gaze lingered on Al

Nancy did not expect this. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, trailing down her temples. Her plan had been flawless—or so she thought.Anastasia was supposed to be blamed, humiliated, and torn apart by public opinion. That would’ve created the perfect storm of scandal: trending topics, media interviews, and the perfect marketing for their company. But now the tide had turned, and she found herself in the crosshairs.Daniel, on the other hand, had his heart pounding against his chest. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his trousers and glanced nervously around the grand hall. In his mind, he had already celebrated the success of his scheme. He imagined the profits flowing into the Stewart Empire and basking in their triumph. Now, faced with the grim reality, his thoughts spiraled into panic.His eyes darted toward the exits. "I need to get out of here." His fingers twitched at the thought of bolting, but the uniformed officers blocking the hall’s entrances sent a chill down his spine.T

Anastasia, Alex, Johnson, and Juliet walked through the cold, sterile hallways of the police station, their faces a mix of determination and unease. They demanded to speak with Nancy and Daniel.The officer on duty hesitated before leading them to the holding cells. The clang of keys echoed, the doors groaning open to reveal Nancy and Daniel sitting on separate benches, eyes full of disdain. Neither rose to greet their visitors.Juliet was the first to speak, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak. She gripped the bars of Nancy's cell tightly. "Mum?" she called softly, her voice cracking. "Why’d you do it?" Her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked with Nancy’s, pleading for an answer.Nancy turned her head away, her response nothing more than a groan of indifference.“Mum, please!" Juliet pressed, her voice cracking. "We’re here to help you. Just... tell us why."Nancy said nothing, her stubborn silence sharper than any words.Johnson, stepped forward, resting a ca

The atmosphere in the car was suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken grievances.Daniel stared out the window, his face stony, while Nancy kept her gaze fixed ahead, her lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. Beside her, Juliet shifted uncomfortably, casting furtive glances between her mother and Daniel. Anastasia’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles pale against the dark leather.It was silence that screamed. The hum of the engine felt louder than it should, each second stretching unbearably.Finally, Nancy broke the stillness, her voice sharp and laced with disdain. “Are you sure that... poor thing is the president of Sebastian Southlake Corporation?”Anastasia’s grip tightened further, her nails pressing into her palms. The disrespect in Nancy’s tone was a match dangerously close to a powder keg. Anastasia inhaled sharply, her voice bristling with suppressed anger. “You won’t—”“Yes, Mother. He is.” Juliet’s voice sliced through the growing tension,