Victoria looked down at her bloody groom writhing on the marble floor, a faint, terrifying smile touching the corners of her split lips. "No, Dad. Let the ceremony begin," Victoria stated in a low, ice-cold tone that carried absolute authority across the silent ballroom. Lord Harrington stared at her in utter astonishment, opening his mouth to protest, but the sharp look in her eyes silenced him instantly. He realized in that quiet moment that his daughter was not a helpless victim begging for rescue—she was an heiress who had just secured total control over the situation.
Victoria stepped forward, her heavy silk gown trailing gracefully behind her as she looked down at Julian like a queen addressing a defeated pest. She knew that according to the strict prenuptial agreement signed just hours earlier, the moment the vows were finalized, she would gain complete executive authority over Julian’s entire corporate portfolio and family trust. By finishing the ceremony today, she wouldn't be tying herself to an abuser; she would be stripping him of every dollar, every title, and every piece of power he had ever possessed, legally leaving him with nothing.
Julian looked up at her from the floor in sheer horror, finally realizing the trap he had walked into by underestimating the woman he tried to break. Lord Harrington slowly lowered his fists, a proud, sharp grin replacing his rage as he understood his daughter’s master plan. He straightened his tuxedo jacket, stepped up beside Victoria at the altar, and signaled for the officiant to proceed. As the stunned priest opened his book with trembling hands, Victoria stood tall under the crystal chandeliers, ready to claim her ultimate revenge and dismantle her enemy's empire from the inside out.