Chapter 8
Under thousands of watching eyes, Lucius Moretti made his entrance in an impeccably tailored black suit.
He adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses and nodded slightly to acknowledge the crowd.
His cold, penetrating gaze swept across the room, radiating an intimidating presence that commanded absolute attention.
The entire ballroom fell into instant, deafening silence.
The wedding guests sat frozen in shock–no one had imagined that the groom in this Claymore–Moretti union would be Lucius Moretti himself!
Those watching the livestream, expecting entertainment, sat paralyzed like stone statues.
Ronan clenched his jaw so hard that veins bulged on his forehead, his voice filled with explosive
rage.
“Uncle? Impossible!”
“There has to be some mistake!”
His outburst snapped everyone in the room back to reality, and they began stammering in
agreement.
“Oh, right, right! The officiant must’ve messed up! How could Mr: Moretti possibly marry Isabella? They’re from totally different generations!”
“Isabella wasn’t even good enough for Ronan–how could she possibly be worthy of the CEO? It’s just
a mix–up!”
While the group continued their denials, Lucius had already reached center stage.
The ceremony proceeded to the next phase: the vows.
“Mr. Lucius Moretti, do you take Miss Isabella Claymore to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and honor her, in wealth and poverty, in youth and old age, to remain by her side until death do you
part?”
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When Lucius solemnly declared “I do,” the entire room plunged into dead silence.
Everyone sat there, eyes wide open, completely stunned by what was happening in front of them.
Ronan’s mind went completely blank, his blood seeming to flow backward through his veins.
He grabbed a set of car keys, overturned the table in front of him, and charged out like a nut.
He ignored all the shouts calling after him.
Only one thought consumed Ronan’s mind:
*Isabella is supposed to be MY fiancée! She can only marry ME!*
*She absolutely cannot marry my uncle!*
Flooring the accelerator and running through dozens of red lights, Ronan finally reached the venue
just as the reception was winding down.
Most guests had already left, with only close relatives from both families remaining.
He immediately spotted Isabella in the center of a laughing group and grabbed her hand without
hesitation.
His voice carried an intense panic and desperation.
“Come with me, Right now!”
Before Isabella could respond, family members from both sides stepped in.
“Ronan, what are you doing? How could you miss your uncle and Isabella’s entire wedding
ceremony?”
“Isabella and Lucius still need to return to the estate for the family gathering. What’s gotten into
you?”
“Ronan Moretti, let go of her! I’ve had enough of your nonsense, but this is your uncle’s wedding day. Keep this up, and I’ll handle you myself!”
Despite the scolding from relatives, Ronan remained stubbornly defiant, tightening his grip.
Isabella’s wrist turned red from his grasp.
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She frowned slightly and was about to speak when a deep, magnetic voice came from behind her.
“Let go.”
Just two words, but Ronan released her hand as if he’d been electrocuted.
He didn’t even dare turn around, calling out hesitantly:
“Uncle.”
Lucius didn’t respond.
The crowd automatically parted, creating a path as he walked directly to Isabella’s side. He lifted her hand and gently massaged her reddened wrist before glancing at Ronan.
“This is your aunt.”
The air itself seemed to freeze.
Ronan violently rejected this form of address.
But under Lucius’s overwhelming presence, every hair on his body stood on end, as if ants were crawling across his skin.
The fear buried deep in his bloodline forced him to whisper the acknowledgment:
‘Aunt… Isabella.”
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