Chapter 7 - The Journey to the City
Six-year-old Clara had walked six miles through the pouring rain, holding tiny Baby Mia wrapped in the faded pink blanket tightly against her chest.
Her small feet bled from sharp gravel roads. Her worn dress became heavy with cold mud. Every time a car headlight flashed in the dark, she had crouched behind bushes, terrified that Victoria’s men were hunting her down.
She had remembered her mother's words like a holy prayer: Find the grand hall near the clock tower. Find the tall man with the wavy hair and dark eyes. Find your father.
When dawn broke over the city, Clara had stood outside the massive glass doors of the wedding hall, shivering uncontrollably. She had watched wealthy people in fine clothes enter the building, holding colorful flowers and laughing.
She had waited three long hours, hiding behind a marble column, waiting for the right moment when the doors opened for the bride’s entrance.
When she heard Victoria’s voice echo over the sound system, Clara knew she couldn't wait any longer. She had run onto the white carpet with every ounce of strength left in her tiny body.
Back in the present, inside the grand wedding hall, Adrian listened to Clara’s breathless, frantic words. Every single sentence felt like a hot blade driving straight into his chest.
His entire body trembled with grief, remorse, and explosive fury. He had spent six years living in luxury, planning a life with the monster who was torturing his real wife and starving his children.
Adrian looked over at Victoria, who was now backed into a corner near the stage by his bodyguards, her face twisted in utter panic.
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"You..." Adrian rasped, his voice dropping an octave, sounding like a demon waking from a long slumber. "You locked my wife in a cellar for six years?"
👉 What horrific revelation will Victoria blurt out when she realizes her entire life is crumbling?
