s cut through the reverend's chee

ne, frowned in sharp displeasure at the breach of decorum.

a malicious smile playing on her lips. She had just activated a pre-recor

illed the room. It was spliced toge

d out. "Marry that monster, Damian Mo

s were brutal, a direct and unforgiva

face a mask of cold, controlled fury. This was the u

eturned to his eyes. Maybe this was Chloe's re

A dangerous stillness settled over him, the kind that preced

to say these things, to record them as "insurance" in case she got cold feet about running away. She

ed. A second voice joined in, s

id. "Practice it. You need to sound convincing

reading through the room. The context of t

r. "Listen to your sister! You need to call him a monster, a cripple! Humiliate

dited recordi

ng Damian. It was a recording of June

this time. "No! I will not say such vile thi

, listening to the raw, undeniable proo

n't the edited clip. This was the raw file. In her

w, staring at June and Janie, who sat frozen, exposed and h

, leaving a ringing

d on his daughter and granddaughter, his face pur

pon us all!" he roared, h

dreds of New York's most influential pe

stumbling back

, capturing the moment of ultimate public disgrace. Guests were whispering furi

ld, a silent observer of her

eet it. The ice in his eyes had cracked. In it

eager "I do." She wasn't an enemy launching an attack. She