My Ex Humiliated Me at His Wedding, But He Didn't Know Who My Father Was
Previously: Left humiliated and on her knees at her ex-fiancé's lavish wedding, pregnant Emily is accused of theft. But when she makes one phone call to her father, the groom's entire world crumbles.
A Father's Wrath
The silence in the ballroom after Emily's whispered command was heavy, but it was nothing compared to the storm that was about to break. Ryan chuckled nervously, trying to maintain his arrogant posture in front of his wealthy guests. "Your dad?" Ryan sneered, leaning down. "What is your broke father going to do, Emily? Call the manager of the local grocery store?"
Before the laughter could spread through the crowd, the heavy oak doors of the ballroom were thrown open with a resounding bang. A team of six security guards in dark suits entered, followed by an imposing man in a tailored charcoal suit. It was Arthur Carter, the reclusive billionaire and owner of the Carter Group—the very conglomerate that owned the historic hotel and held the multi-million-dollar loans keeping Ryan's family business afloat.
Ryan's father, Harold Bennett, gasped, his face instantly turning a ghostly shade of white. He recognized Arthur immediately from corporate boardrooms where he had begged for contract extensions.
Arthur... what are you doing here?
Harold stammered, stepping forward with his hands shaking. Arthur ignored him completely. His eyes were locked on Emily, who was still on her knees, clutching her pregnant belly. Arthur rushed to her side, helping her stand up with gentle care. He wiped the tear from her cheek, his face hardening into an expression of absolute fury as he turned to face the Bennetts.
You dared to lay a hand on my daughter,
Arthur growled, his voice vibrating with immense power.
You accused the sole heiress of the Carter Empire of theft?
The ballroom erupted into chaotic whispers. Ryan stared at Emily, his mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief. He had assumed she was a nobody, a girl from a modest background. Now, he realized he had just publicly humiliated the daughter of the most powerful tycoon in the state.
Arthur turned to his personal assistant, who stood ready with a tablet. "Call the bank," Arthur ordered coldly. "Recall every single loan we have with Bennett Development. Terminate all active contracts. I want them bankrupt by midnight."
”Terminate all active contracts. I want them bankrupt by midnight."