Chapter 5 - The Desperate Apology
Panicking as his entire career and social standing crumbled before his eyes, Marcus dropped to his knees right on the marble floor.
"Valeria! My love, please!" Marcus stammered, his voice shaking with pathetic desperation as he reached toward her lace hem. "It was a misunderstanding! My mother was just nervous about the wedding! I love you, Valeria!"
Valeria took a step back, avoiding his reach with absolute detachment.
Beatrice rushed forward, dropping her arrogant posture completely as she fumbled with her pearl necklace, her face pale with terror.
"Valeria, dear! I was only joking about the money!" Beatrice whimpered, her voice cracking in front of two hundred high-society guests who were filming the scene on their phones. "You're like a daughter to me! Please tell your father not to ruin my son!"
Valeria looked down at the mother and son kneeling before her, her expression cool, calm, and entirely untouched by their tears.
"You didn't care about love when you grabbed my wrist, Marcus," Valeria said, her quiet voice piercing through their desperate pleas. "And you didn't care about family when you tried to turn me into your servant, Beatrice."
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Arthur looked at Marcus's corporate boss, nodding subtly.
👉 Read Part 6 to see the immediate consequences Marcus faced at his company.
