Chapter 1 - The Cold Water Splashed
The heavy thud of Beatrice’s palm slamming down onto the white linen tablecloth echoed across the grand luxury wedding banquet ballroom, freezing two hundred high-society guests in dead silence.
"You will hand over every penny you earn and obey my family!" Beatrice demanded, her face contorted in arrogant rage, her silver jewelry rattling against her dusty pink lace gown.
Beside her, Marcus grabbed his bride's wrist with an iron grip, trying to force her to nod in submission before his mother.
Valeria didn't flinch or cry. In her fitted sleeveless white wedding gown, she looked sharp, resolute, and completely untamed.
With measured, icy precision, Valeria picked up a crystal glass filled with iced water from the table and splashed it directly onto Beatrice's face.
Cold water drenched Beatrice’s blonde styled hair, dripping onto her lace dress as she gasped in utter shock.
"This wedding is officially over," Valeria declared, her voice ringing clear across the silent hall.
Marcus froze, his mouth wide open in sheer panic as guests covered their mouths in horror. "Valeria... what are you doing? Apologize right now!"
Valeria slowly unclasped her sparkling wedding ring, looked Marcus dead in the eye, and dropped the platinum band straight into his glass of scotch with a sharp clink.
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"I married you, Marcus. I didn't sign up to be your mother's servant," she said calmly.
👉 Read Part 2 to see why Beatrice believed Valeria was just an impoverished nobody.
