A Boy Crashed My High-Society Banquet to Save Me From My Elegant Fiancée

The Secret in the Purse

Edward’s hands shook as he ignored Jacqueline’s frantic protests and snatched the stylish leather purse. Jacqueline lunged forward, clawing desperately to retrieve it, but Brandon’s firm hand on her shoulder held her back. The high-society guests watched in stunned silence as the illusion of the perfect couple shattered before their eyes. Edward unzipped the bag, his fingers brushing past expensive cosmetics until they wrapped around a folded piece of paper tucked into a side pocket.

He pulled it out and unfolded it. It was a photograph of Jacqueline standing intimately close to Richard Vance—Edward’s most ruthless business rival, a man who had spent years trying to bankrupt Edward’s family empire. On the back of the photo, written in Jacqueline’s distinct, elegant cursive, were the chilling words: "Soon, my love. Once he is gone, everything he owns will be ours."

Edward felt a cold dread settle deep in his chest. The woman he was about to marry was not only cheating on him, but she was also planning his murder to inherit his fortune. He looked up at Jacqueline, whose face had drained of all color.

"Edward, please, it’s a misunderstanding! Richard forced me to do this, he threatened me!" she sobbed, trying to play the victim.

But young Oliver stepped forward, shaking his head defiantly.

"She’s lying! I live in the alley behind Richard's downtown apartment," Oliver revealed. "I saw them together last night. She laughed and said Edward would be dead before the weekend was over. I had to stop it."

Edward’s heart ached with a mixture of rage and profound sadness. He looked at the boy who had just saved his life.

"Call the police and the paramedics to test this food," Edward ordered Brandon, his voice cold as ice. "And make sure Jacqueline doesn't leave this property."