Chapter 2 - The Whispers Of Debt
Vivian’s malicious smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, but she quickly forced a shrill, arrogant laugh.
"Listen to this delusion!" Vivian scoffed, looking around at the wealthy onlookers. "She thinks her redneck father could afford a single stone in this mansion!"
Sloane mocked, "My grandfather built this estate fifty years ago! You really think a piece of paper from a dusty farm can change that?"
Abby stood her ground, clutching her torn ivory gown around her waist with quiet dignity. She looked directly into her husband’s eyes, watching his hands twitch near his suit jacket.
"Ask Graham," Abby said calmly. "Ask him why he begged me to marry him in a private civil ceremony six months ago before hosting this grand party."
The crowd turned toward Graham. His face had gone chalk-white against his dark tuxedo.
"Graham?" Vivian asked, her voice tight with sudden anxiety. "What is she talking about?"
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"Abby, shut up!" Graham snapped, taking a rigid step toward her. "Don't bring private family matters into a public ballroom!"
👉 What secret clause was written in the land lease Graham had signed three years ago?
