From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 58

**Chapter 7**

Her gaze pierced through the air like a dagger, venom lacing her every glance. The fury in her narrowed eyes was palpable, but in a heartbeat, that rage melted away, replaced by a mask of vulnerability that she wore like a second skin. It was almost theatrical, the way her expression shifted; one moment she was a tempest, the next, a victim begging for mercy.

“Please, I’m begging you! Think of my children—they’re so young, they need their father!” Her voice quivered with an urgency that could have moved mountains, and the weight of her plea hung heavily in the charged atmosphere around us.

The insinuation was clear as day: I was the villain in this unfolding drama, the one who had dared to disrupt their fragile world.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with Charlotte?” an onlooker interjected, her voice dripping with disdain. “She’s flitting from one man to another—first this guy, then that guy. And let’s not forget, the other woman already has two kids, yet here she is, stirring up drama.”

“What’s wrong with Sebastian? Why would he want someone like that?” another voice chimed in, laced with scorn that made my skin crawl.

“Homewreckers have no shame. They’re probably just good in bed,” someone sneered, and the words hung in the air like a foul stench, thickening the tension with each cruel jab.

A flicker of satisfaction danced in Lily’s eyes, and it was clear she was reveling in the chaos, feeding off the crowd’s judgment.

Enough was enough. It was time to cut through this web of nonsense. “Lily, who’s really chasing who here? This is MY wedding! I didn’t invite either of you, yet here you both are, trying to ruin it. Your precious Ethan is the one who won’t leave me alone!” My voice rose, a mixture of frustration and indignation spilling forth.

I felt cornered, yet I stood my ground, turning to Sebastian, desperate for him to take action. But Ethan remained rooted, his presence a dark cloud looming over the ceremony. His eyes held a wildness that sent shivers down my spine, a reflection of his inner turmoil.

“Charlotte, I forbid you to marry anyone else!” he bellowed, the intensity in his voice bordering on mania.

My annoyance surged, boiling over like a pot left too long on the stove. “Mr. Blackwood, I think you’re confused about who you should be addressing. The mother of your two children is right there!” I gestured dismissively toward Lily, my disdain evident. “This nonsense is making people want to vomit.”

Lily, rising to her feet, shot me a glare that could cut glass. Then, adopting a saccharine tone, she turned to Ethan, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Honey, since she’s already betrayed you, stop dwelling on the past. The kids are tired—let’s go home.”

But Ethan, who usually crumbled at the slightest hint of Lily’s faux innocence, shook her off as if she were an annoying fly. It was as if a switch had flipped inside him.

“What happens between Charlotte and me is none of your business. Go home,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth, a stark contrast to the man I once knew.

Lily’s eyes widened in shock, a cocktail of hurt and disbelief flashing across her face. Yet Ethan seemed oblivious to her turmoil, his focus solely on me.

“Come home with me, babe. If you want a wedding, I’ll give you one,” he urged, his tone almost pleading, as if he were trying to draw me back into a world I had fought so hard to escape.

I frowned, my irritation bubbling to the surface. “Are you deaf? I don’t want a wedding with you—I don’t want to see your face!”

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