Chapter 2 - THE MIDNIGHT AUDIT

By 11:00 PM, the wedding reception was a graveyard of half-eaten lobster tails and abandoned champagne flutes. The guests had fled hours ago, eager to distance themselves from the impending collapse of the Sterling empire. Gossip was already spreading through the city’s elite group chats like wildfire.

Inside the private VIP lounge of the country club, Julian sat on a leather sofa, his hair disheveled, his bow tie undone and dangling around his neck. Empty whiskey glasses littered the glass coffee table in front of him.

Vanessa paced the room like a caged animal, her heavy train wrapped aggressively around her arm. “We can fix this, Julian! Call your father! Tell him to speak to Arthur man-to-man! It’s business, isn’t it? Businessmen don't ruin multi-million dollar deals over a stupid wedding speech!”

“You don't get it, do you?” Julian looked up, his eyes bloodshot and hollow. “Arthur Vance doesn't operate like normal businessmen. He bought out three logistics firms last year just because one of their drivers clipped his wife’s side mirror and didn't apologize. He is ruthless, Vanessa. And you didn't just insult him—you publicly dragged his wife through the mud!”

The door to the lounge clicked open.

Julian’s father, Richard Sterling, walked in. The elder Sterling looked ten years older than he had that morning. His shoulders were slumped, and his hands trembled as he held a thick black leather folder.

“Father!” Julian stood up rapidly, nearly knocking over a glass. “Did you reach his assistant? Is the meeting still on for tomorrow?”

Richard didn't answer Julian. He slowly walked over to Vanessa, his gaze fixed on her with cold, unadulterated hatred.

SLAP!

The force of the strike echoed off the high ceilings. Vanessa gasped, stumbling back against the wall, her hand flying to her stinging cheek. “How dare you! I am your daughter-in-law!”

“You are a cancer,” Richard spat, his voice shaking with fury. “Five minutes ago, Arthur Vance’s legal team filed an emergency audit against Sterling Heights. Every loan, every collateral agreement, every tax filing from the last six years is being opened. They’ve locked our corporate accounts. Effective immediately, our credit cards are declined.”

“What?” Vanessa gasped. “No... that’s illegal! They can’t just freeze everything!”

“They can when they own sixty percent of the primary debt!” Richard yelled, slamming the folder onto the table. “And do you know what else, Vanessa? Arthur Vance’s team sent over a personal message for you.”

Vanessa’s heart hammered against her ribs. “For... for me?”

Richard opened the folder and pulled out a single sheet of embossed paper. “It’s a formal notice of lease termination. The luxury penthouse Julian bought for you in the Financial District? It wasn't bought under Julian’s name. It was leased through a subsidiary of Vance Global. You have twelve hours to clear your personal belongings out.”

“No!” Vanessa shrieked, tears finally ruining her dark eyeliner. “Julian, do something! Speak up!”

Julian didn't look at her. He poured himself another shot of whiskey and downed it in one gulp. “I’m signing the annulment papers tomorrow morning, Vanessa.”

Vanessa went pale. “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” Julian said coldly, his voice dead. “This marriage isn't even twenty-four hours old. My lawyers are revoking the marriage certificate tonight. You wanted a rich husband? Well, congratulations. You just made me broke, and I’m not carrying your useless ego down with me.”

“Julian! You love me!” Vanessa rushed over, grabbing his arms, but he shoved her off violently.

“I loved the status you were supposed to bring to our social circle!” Julian snarled. “I loved the idea of marrying a woman who looked good on my arm! But you’re just a bitter, jealous monster who destroyed my family because you couldn't stand seeing your own sister happy!”

Richard pointed a finger toward the heavy double doors of the VIP room. “Get out, Vanessa. Take your white dress, take your diamonds—if the auditors don't seize them first—and get out of my sight before I have security remove you.”

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