Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 117: Chapter 117
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CRACK!
The champagne flute shattered in Liam's hand, shards of crystal embedding in his palm.
Marlow's ice-cold gaze seemed to pierce through the phone screen, striking him with unexpected force.
"A disgraced heiress and a disbarred lawyer thinks she can challenge me?" he muttered, eyes narrowing.
Three years ago, he had leveraged Marlow's connections to secure his position in the family business, then orchestrated her downfall to transform himself from an illegitimate son to the family's golden boy.
In his current position, destroying Marlow would be child's play. What made her so brazenly confident?
Jade clung to his arm, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm terrified of my sister. What if she's jealous of our happiness and exposes everything we did?"
"She wouldn't dare with me around. Just focus on the engagement party," Liam soothed.
Jade had always been the favorite in the Reynolds family—she even kept her father's surname while Marlow had to take their mother's. This stark difference in treatment had created a lifetime of resentment between the half-sisters.
Liam needed this marriage to cement his connection to the Reynolds empire. As for Marlow, he was certain she couldn't cause any real trouble.
The engagement ceremony proceeded as planned.
Liam and Jade stood on a raised platform, surrounded by guests from Boston's elite social circles.
He took Jade's hand, sliding an enormous diamond onto her finger. "This ring was custom designed by a European master jeweler, symbolizing my eternal devotion to you."
Jade blushed demurely, lowering her gaze in practiced innocence.
Liam adored this submissive act of hers. Compared to Marlow's assertiveness, he much preferred Jade's apparent docility.
The MC enthusiastically described Liam's business achievements, praising his meteoric rise and philanthropic efforts.
Liam's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.
Suddenly, gasps erupted from the audience as people pointed toward the massive screen behind them.
"Oh my God! What is THAT?!"
Liam spun around, his pupils contracting in horror.
Projected onto the screen were explicit photos of him in his early twenties, performing degrading sexual acts for wealthy older women at an underground club to fund his law school education.
Though slightly grainy, there was no mistaking his identity.
Immediately, the ballroom erupted into scandalized whispers and shocked exclamations.
Liam's face turned ashen. The room was filled with family patriarchs, business partners, and social influencers—whoever released these photos clearly intended to utterly destroy his reputation.
"Everyone put your phones away! This is AI-generated deepfake! Someone's trying to frame me!" he shouted desperately, but the damage was done. Judgmental glances cut through him like knives, his carefully constructed facade crumbling before his eyes.
Jade's face cycled between embarrassment and fury. She pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Liam, you... I'm calling off the engagement!"
Liam was about to placate her when the images on screen suddenly switched to video footage.
The clip showed a completely naked Jade in compromising positions with multiple men, her expression one of uninhibited pleasure.
The room exploded into chaos.
Jade went deathly pale, releasing a piercing scream. "Don't look! Nobody look at this! Turn it off! NOW!"
Liam grabbed the projector remote, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "So the innocent act was just that—an act. You've been playing me for a fool. How fucking dare you."
As the murmurs of disapproval grew louder, Jade completely lost control, lunging at him and clawing at his face with her manicured nails.
The couple who moments ago had gazed lovingly into each other's eyes were now engaged in a physical altercation.
Some guests watched in horrified fascination, others tried to intervene, while several pulled out phones to livestream the meltdown.
Nobody noticed the solitary figure across the street, seated beneath an oak tree.
Marlow, dressed in stark white, cradled a framed photograph of her mother against her chest.
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile, her eyes glittering with cold triumph.
"Mom, did you see that? Watching these dogs tear each other apart is quite entertaining."
"But don't worry, this is just the prologue..."
"Everything they took from us—I'll make them pay it back a hundredfold."
The champagne flute shattered in Liam's hand, shards of crystal embedding in his palm.
Marlow's ice-cold gaze seemed to pierce through the phone screen, striking him with unexpected force.
"A disgraced heiress and a disbarred lawyer thinks she can challenge me?" he muttered, eyes narrowing.
Three years ago, he had leveraged Marlow's connections to secure his position in the family business, then orchestrated her downfall to transform himself from an illegitimate son to the family's golden boy.
In his current position, destroying Marlow would be child's play. What made her so brazenly confident?
Jade clung to his arm, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm terrified of my sister. What if she's jealous of our happiness and exposes everything we did?"
"She wouldn't dare with me around. Just focus on the engagement party," Liam soothed.
Jade had always been the favorite in the Reynolds family—she even kept her father's surname while Marlow had to take their mother's. This stark difference in treatment had created a lifetime of resentment between the half-sisters.
Liam needed this marriage to cement his connection to the Reynolds empire. As for Marlow, he was certain she couldn't cause any real trouble.
The engagement ceremony proceeded as planned.
Liam and Jade stood on a raised platform, surrounded by guests from Boston's elite social circles.
He took Jade's hand, sliding an enormous diamond onto her finger. "This ring was custom designed by a European master jeweler, symbolizing my eternal devotion to you."
Jade blushed demurely, lowering her gaze in practiced innocence.
Liam adored this submissive act of hers. Compared to Marlow's assertiveness, he much preferred Jade's apparent docility.
The MC enthusiastically described Liam's business achievements, praising his meteoric rise and philanthropic efforts.
Liam's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.
Suddenly, gasps erupted from the audience as people pointed toward the massive screen behind them.
"Oh my God! What is THAT?!"
Liam spun around, his pupils contracting in horror.
Projected onto the screen were explicit photos of him in his early twenties, performing degrading sexual acts for wealthy older women at an underground club to fund his law school education.
Though slightly grainy, there was no mistaking his identity.
Immediately, the ballroom erupted into scandalized whispers and shocked exclamations.
Liam's face turned ashen. The room was filled with family patriarchs, business partners, and social influencers—whoever released these photos clearly intended to utterly destroy his reputation.
"Everyone put your phones away! This is AI-generated deepfake! Someone's trying to frame me!" he shouted desperately, but the damage was done. Judgmental glances cut through him like knives, his carefully constructed facade crumbling before his eyes.
Jade's face cycled between embarrassment and fury. She pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Liam, you... I'm calling off the engagement!"
Liam was about to placate her when the images on screen suddenly switched to video footage.
The clip showed a completely naked Jade in compromising positions with multiple men, her expression one of uninhibited pleasure.
The room exploded into chaos.
Jade went deathly pale, releasing a piercing scream. "Don't look! Nobody look at this! Turn it off! NOW!"
Liam grabbed the projector remote, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "So the innocent act was just that—an act. You've been playing me for a fool. How fucking dare you."
As the murmurs of disapproval grew louder, Jade completely lost control, lunging at him and clawing at his face with her manicured nails.
The couple who moments ago had gazed lovingly into each other's eyes were now engaged in a physical altercation.
Some guests watched in horrified fascination, others tried to intervene, while several pulled out phones to livestream the meltdown.
Nobody noticed the solitary figure across the street, seated beneath an oak tree.
Marlow, dressed in stark white, cradled a framed photograph of her mother against her chest.
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile, her eyes glittering with cold triumph.
"Mom, did you see that? Watching these dogs tear each other apart is quite entertaining."
"But don't worry, this is just the prologue..."
"Everything they took from us—I'll make them pay it back a hundredfold."
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