er right ankle-each step sent a sharp, throbbing ache up her leg, a lingering reminder of the brutal twist from days prior. She pushe

Only stood closed. Two massive guards in Gray family security uniforms flan

eached into the deep pocket of the maid's uniform and pulled out a heavy glass ashtr

slightly, and hurled the ashtray d

red with a loud crash, and the impact triggered the alarm. A deafening, high-pitched siren instan

own the hall toward the sound of the shattered glass to inve

as her injured leg would allow, a quick, uneven jog that sent jolts of agony through her right side. Her legs pumped with effort, each step a battle agains

tumbled forward-partly feigned, partly a result of her unsteady ankle-driving her shoulder into his arm. The impact sent the cups crashing t

guard bent down to help, cursing under his breath, Chloe's hand shot out. Her fingers brushed the cold plastic, sliding the master keyc

ologizing profusely, and backed away. The second he turned the corner t

hed green. The

ly threw the deadbolt and dragged a heavy metal desk chair, wedging it tightly under

he blue glow of dozens of monitors. The large centr

ay, wearing a white tuxedo, looking nervous and sweaty. Next to him stood Jenny, completely hi

her right ankle up slightly on a nearby footstool to ease the pa

htning speed. Within thirty seconds, she bypassed the security protocols and gained full administ

vy fists began poundi

the fire alarm. The door handle rattled violently agai

e desk to connect it directly to the console. It contained the screenshots of the IP logs and the damning emails

e Chloe Sinclair to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Dalton opened his m

life. Instead of the Sinclair family crest, the screens displayed a massive, high-definition screenshot of Vivian Sinclair's internal email. The text was highlighted in glaring, undeniable red: 'Make sure Jenny Kow

olute horror, reading the concrete proof of the conspiracy playing out right

g the email and realizing his family was being publicly humiliated by a sham marr

icked the switch for the ma

oomed through the ballroom speakers, co

. Everyone looked around, trying

standing at the altar is a fraud. A stand-in hired by

nt off like a strobe light show,

ack, her hands flying up to hold

umped to her feet. She pointed directly at Jenny. "Th

ers. The Gray family elders looked furious, r

WA

the control room door. The blade of a red fire axe had pierced the

end into absolute anarchy on th

e. She grabbed a large red fire extinguisher from the wall bracket and pull

the gap. A guard's hand reached throu

andle. A massive, blinding cloud of white dry chemical powder

, coughing and d

quickly as her injured ankle would allow through the thick wh