A Billionaire Groom Stopped His Wedding For A Beggar Child — Until She Handed Him His Missing Wife’s Key

"She's insane, Adrian!" Victoria screamed, her voice echoing violently across the quiet hall. "Eleanor was unstable! She tried to kill herself six years ago! I didn't lock her up to hurt her—I was protecting her! I was protecting the family name!"

A sickening wave of disgust rippled through the gathered guests.

"Protecting her?" Adrian repeated, stepping toward Victoria with slow, lethal strides, holding Clara and Baby Mia tight in his left arm. "You kept my daughter in a dungeon! You let an infant sleep on stone floors while you spent my money on diamonds and lace dresses!"

"I did it for us!" Victoria sobbed hysterically, dropping to her knees on the marble floor, her expensive lace dress fanning out around her like trash. "She didn't love you like I do! She was just an architect! I built your social status! I gave you six years of peace!"

"You gave me six years of poison," Adrian spat back, his voice cutting through her cries like a razor.

He turned his head toward Marcus. "Call Police Chief Callahan directly on my private line. Tell him to dispatch every SWAT unit in the district to Blackwood Manor immediately. If a single hair on Eleanor's head is harmed, I will hold the entire department accountable."

Marcus bowed his head. "Right away, Mr. Vance."

Victoria scrambled forward on her hands and knees, grabbing the hem of Adrian’s trousers. "Adrian, please! Don't call the police! We can work this out! Think about what this scandal will do to Vance Enterprises' stock value tomorrow!"

Adrian looked down at her with absolute disgust. He raised his heavy leather shoe and kicked her hand away with cold precision.