Harry's eyes darted around the dignitaries seated in the same hall, searching for any familiar figure, but to no avail.“It seems he isn't here,” Harry sighed.“That's impossible. It's his daughter we're talking about here. He'll be somewhere down the stairs or maybe in another hall,” Jade said.“I haven't seen the king yet,” Pietro added to their conversation.Harry sighed inwardly. “The king? I doubt he would come. He already gave his consent. He'll probably send in a representative.”Pietro nodded in agreement, returning his attention to his phone.Meanwhile, Scarlet walked slowly out of the hall, heaving a sigh of relief. She wasn't taking any chances to protect herself; she was here, after all, and needed to protect herself.She strolled down the stairs and entered a room full of royals. They noticed her presence immediately, a situation she'd prefer to avoid, given the tendency of the old hags in the royal family to nag about minor things. Most of them were her mom's sisters or
"Surprised to see me out?" Martin, her stepbrother, stepped closer, closing the gap between them.Scarlet stood there, caught off guard and unsure of how to react. It was a bittersweet reunion with Martin after his five-year jail term, an unexpected encounter she hadn't anticipated. She had written him off, assuming he wouldn't show up to the wedding since he was just released.Though five years younger than Scarlet at twenty-four, Martin stood tall at six feet with broad shoulders and a muscular physique that exuded an intimidating presence."There's something else that will work on you," he smirked, his shiny hazel eyes fixed on her. "And you know what that is."Scarlet subtly tightened her grip on her dress, trying to steady her trembling hands while masking her rising fear with a forced smile."I hoped you'd learned better," she said slowly, almost a whisper."Of course, I have. I'm twenty-four now, not nineteen anymore," he retorted boldly, making Scarlet even more uneasy as she
As he stepped out of the elevator, a smug smile graced his lips at the sight of Mrs. Freya's bewildered expression.A string of curses nearly escaped her lips as she watched Harry exit the elevator and stride towards the stairs.Joining the table, Harry found Scarlet already seated. Settling into his chair with a relieved sigh, he was grateful to be away from Mrs. Freya's presence."Where were you?" Harry inquired.Scarlet, preoccupied with Martin's threat but hesitant to reveal it just yet, forced a smile. "I bumped into some royals on my way downstairs.""We figured as much," Jade chimed in, wearing a smug smile before diverting her gaze back to the bustling crowd in the hall."You didn't grab more drinks. I suppose you got sidetracked after greeting the royals," Pietro remarked."Then let's summon Gina to fetch them for us.""Gina?" Scarlet questioned, unsure who Gina was."The Robot," he clarified.Pietro activated the robot, inputting their names and orders for their preferred di
Benson sped toward the Archer mansion, swiftly entering the compound.When he opened the car door for Diane, she refused to get out, insistent on continuing her wedding."Carry her in!" Mr. Damon commanded, impatience in his voice.Benson promptly lifted and carried her into the mansion, placing her on a couch in the sitting room."I said take me to my wedding!" She clung to Benson and sneered. "Why did you bring me here? Take me out! I want to continue the wedding! Where's Ryder? Where's the priest?" She continued shouting, and everyone watched her as if she'd lost her sanity.Benson slowly released her grip, swiftly heading outside, realizing it was a family matter."Dad!" She crawled off the couch, clinging tightly to his legs. "Where's Ryder? Please take me back to the hall.""Dad, please! I'm begging you. Take me back to finish my marriage," Mr. Damon closed his eyes, trying to compose himself, unwilling to believe his daughter had reached this point."Mom," she smiled casually,
It had been two days since the chaos of the wedding and Diane's emotional breakdown in front of her family.At the Archer's mansion, Mr. Damon sat quietly, sipping his coffee, his thoughts consumed by the lost opportunities—the backing of the royals and the potential deals with Arab contacts. Regret lingered in his mind, especially the knowledge that Harry was behind it all. Despite the intensifying frustration towards Harry, Mr. Damon chose to pause his pursuit, realizing his previous attempts had been fruitless.He opted to focus on personal development and strategize for an unexpected move against Harry in the future. Despite steering clear of the warehouse recently since the weeding and Ms Oct insults, updates from Benson indicated smooth operations with his deals. Though recent events had momentarily tarnished his public image, his wealth had significantly increased, perhaps doubling its original value.Mr. Damon's plan was to adopt a low profile, mirroring Martino and Steele's a
"The royal family just made an official statement, retracting the marriage certificate, so no marriage for Miss Whore," Scarlet remarked as she walked into Harry's office.Her face beamed with a triumphant smile as she dropped her bag on the table and approached Harry's desk."That was quick," Jade chimed in, sipping her coffee."Yeah, I'm so happy!" Scarlet smiled, motioning for Jade to serve her a coffee.After a few minutes, Jade brought her a cup, and Scarlet quickly gulped it down, trying to calm herself even though she couldn't help but rejoice at the end of Diane's marriage. It was something she had always hoped for, especially knowing her mom's involvement in it.Harry unearthed the marriage issue with an old photo Owen had sent him, capturing Diane dating a well-known actor while they were still married. He had held onto that photo for almost five years, finally seeing a need to use it."Oh, I miss Gina," Jade promptly said, causing everyone to erupt in laughter."I miss Dian
"How may I help you?" Victor Crowe asked, snapping Mr. Damon out of his stare at the lavish office, drenched in blue paint from top to bottom—couches, office chairs, even the tiles. It reflected the power he wielded in the political world."I guess you already know me," Mr. Damon smiled, adjusting himself and turning his gaze to Victor Crowe, a man in his early fifties with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline."What if I say I don't?" Victor retorted with a straight face, prompting Mr. Damon to force a small laugh."We both know that's not true. Well, if you say so. I'm Mr. Damon Archer, owner of the well-known Archer's law firm and various companies bearing the same name.""And also one of Europe's philanthropists," he added, a proud smirk curling up his lips."Do I need to check the names of companies I visit when I travel?" Victor remained unfazed."Well, you don't, but I assume you're familiar with the Archer's law firm. One of the most sought-after firms in the whole of Europe
Despite being assured of her safety, Scarlet still felt helpless in the face of her brother's threat, knowing his fearsome nature, especially now that he was an ex-convict. Pushing those worries out of her mind felt almost impossible."I'll be having my siblings over for Christmas," Scarlet mentioned, rising from the couch."Siblings?" Harry inquired."Yes, my half-siblings from my father's remarriage after my mother left," she explained, noticing both Harry and Jade leaning in with interest."Your family is quite complicated," Jade remarked with a smug smile."I have to head home early to prepare the house and make some designs for their arrival," she added, picking up her Chanel bag and swiftly exiting the office. "Bye!" she called out as she left.Descending the stairs slowly, memories of her siblings, Henry and Gabe, filled Scarlet's mind. She rarely saw the boys as they attended school in Russia, shielded by their mother from the chaos of the Sacramento family.Despite Scarlet's