Five Years Up I Reveal I'm The Richest He Kneels And Begs novel Chapter 12

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Every word from her lips struck like a slap–sharp, resounding, and merciless–echoing through the silent hall and cracking against Adrian Prescott’s face.

Gasps rippled across the room like thunder.

Whispers surged–shock, disdain, speculation–all directed at the man who had once thought

himself untouchable.

Adrian’s face turned ghostly pale. His lips trembled, but no sound came.

Her words had ripped open the most shameful parts of his soul–his arrogance, his cowardice, his

cruelty–exposing them raw beneath the cruel light of public judgment.

All his explanations, all his apologies, now looked pitiful.

“I… I didn’t mean-” he stammered helplessly.

But Sienna had no patience left. She didn’t even spare him another glance. Her voice was steady,

cold, commanding.

“Escort this man out. Calculate every item that’s been damaged tonight and make sure Mr. Prescott compensates–in full. Not a cent less.”

“Yes, Miss Sloane.”

The guards moved in instantly, their tone polite but their grip unyielding.

“Sienna! Don’t do this! You can’t choose someone else! You’re mine–you’ll always be mine!”

Adrian’s voice cracked into a desperate, feral scream, his eyes bloodshot and wild.

Guests recoiled in shock as the guards restrained him without hesitation and dragged him toward

the exit.

He struggled violently, twisting his head for one last look–only to see her walking away.

Her back straight, calm, resolute. Not once did she turn around.

“End the event here,” Sienna told her assistant coolly. “Have the hall cleared. The selection

banquet will be rescheduled.”

Rescheduled.

The word hit Adrian like a death knell–the final toll of everything he had lost.

Moments later, he was unceremoniously thrown out of the Skycrest Tower.

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Be hit the cold stone pavement hard, but felt no pain.

Behind him, the grand golden gates of the estate swung slut with a heavy finality, sealing him out from the glittering world that no longer had a place for him.

Under the night sky, he let out a broken roar–raw, hoarse, animalistic–a sound of anguish and disbelief that faded into the dark.

He dragged himself up, staring at the ornate gates with bloodshot eyes, his breathing ragged.

“Sienna! Sienna Sloane! Come out! Please, just hear me out!”

He pounded on the gates, over and over, his voice shredding until it was nothing but a rasp.

Security guards appeared from the shadows, their tone cold and professional.

“Sir, please leave immediately, or we will remove you by force.”

The words cut through him like ice.

The fight drained from his limbs. He stumbled back, his body collapsing into the driver’s seat of

his car.

His phone buzzed violently–Celeste’s name flashing on the screen.

He didn’t even look. One tap, and the call ended.

Panic rose in him like a tidal wave, flooding every corner of his mind.

He couldn’t believe it–he refused to.

The woman he once thought couldn’t live without him, the girl he called low–born and

dispensable–she was the daughter of the Sloane family.

And what had he done to her?

He started the engine, the roar of the car echoing his madness, but he had no destination–only

the echo of her name in his head.

He dialed her number again and again, but each time, the same mechanical voice replied:

“The number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”

He flooded her with messages–pleas, apologies, declarations of love–all unanswered. All in

vain.

Until at last, something inside him snapped. He shouted to his assisstant, “Find her! Do you hear

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me? I want every damn detail! Where did the Sloanes hide her?!”

Adrian’s was distorted–raw, trembling, consumed by terror of losing her forever.