From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 56

**Storm Behind Sleeps by George Orwell 56**

**Chapter 5**

“Impossible! She wouldn’t dare marry someone else!” Ethan’s voice was a thunderclap, reverberating through the stillness of his office. A tempest of fury surged within him, each heartbeat amplifying his rage. He stood there, his body taut with pent-up emotion, barely able to restrain the whirlwind of feelings that threatened to explode. In a moment of unbridled anger, he swept everything off his desk, papers and pens cascading to the floor like fallen soldiers, a chaotic symphony of clattering noise echoing in the room.

With a fierce kick, he struck the desk, creating a dent that mirrored the turmoil churning inside him. The assistant, frozen in the doorway, couldn’t muster the courage to utter a word, caught in the crossfire of Ethan’s wrath.

Ethan’s fury erupted like a volcano, and he screamed into the phone, his voice a mix of incredulity and disbelief, “Who’s she marrying? I don’t give my consent!”

There was a brief pause, a stutter in the assistant’s voice as he replied, “S-Sir… she’s marrying Sebastian Cross.”

Those words landed like a punch to Ethan’s gut, leaving him momentarily speechless, his mind racing to comprehend the betrayal.

“It’s only been a week! How could Charlotte possibly be marrying someone else already?” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation.

The assistant hesitated again, searching for the right words, “She’s just throwing a tantrum.”

A surge of confidence washed over Ethan as he spoke, his voice gaining momentum. “Everyone knows Sebastian is my biggest rival. She’s doing this just to get under my skin!”

Deep down, amidst the chaos of his emotions, he held onto one unwavering belief: Charlotte loved him deeply.

But then, like a dark cloud overshadowing his thoughts, he recalled the miscarriage report, a painful reminder of their shattered dreams.

“Harrison, I need you to investigate why my wife lost the baby,” he ordered, urgency creeping into his voice, each word laced with desperation.

If Charlotte could conceive again, perhaps their marriage wouldn’t be as complicated as it seemed.

And then there was Lily.

He envisioned a perfect solution: keep her far away from Charlotte, one in the south and the other in the north. They’d never have to cross paths again, a clean break in his mind.

Feeling a twinge of misguided generosity, he decided he would attempt to smooth things over with Charlotte, considering her current state of distress. He would show Sebastian that he couldn’t simply take his projects—or his woman—without consequence.

A smug smile crept across Ethan’s face as he envisioned his plan unfolding perfectly.

He hopped into his car, determination fueling his drive to the hotel. It was time to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.

—

I stood there, enveloped in my wedding dress, gazing at the ceremony that Ethan had postponed time and time again over the years. The fabric felt soft against my skin, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had once defined my life with him.

It was astonishing how, when someone truly cared, a mere week was more than enough to orchestrate something beautiful.

With my father’s arm linked with mine, I walked down the aisle, my heart racing as I approached Sebastian. His eyes sparkled with admiration, and he didn’t bother to hide it, the warmth radiating from him providing a comfort I had long sought.

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