My Fiancé Allowed His Mistress To Hand Me A Paternity Test At Our Wedding — He Didn’t Know My Father Is Billionaire Royalty
Part 2
I held the phone tightly to my ear as the entire ballroom stared in stunned silence.
My posture suddenly radiated an untouchable, regal authority that wiped the smirks off their faces.
The encrypted line clicked open immediately.
A steady command left my lips, demanding immediate extraction for myself and my unborn child.
Brenda leaned aggressively into the microphone, her face contorted with a mocking frown.
She loudly asked who I was calling, suggesting a rideshare service for a dramatic little girl.
I lowered the phone and locked eyes with her.
A slow, chilling smile touched my lips.
My voice carried perfectly across the massive room without the need for any amplification.
I informed her very clearly that I was calling my father.
A sharp, dismissive laugh erupted from Brenda, temporarily shattering the tense quiet.
She mocked the idea, asking if he was going to drive a rusty pickup truck through the front gates.
She proudly announced to the crowd that she had run a thorough background check on me.
She claimed I was a complete phantom with absolutely no assets and no living relatives on record.
I stood at the end of the long table in absolute silence.
The sharp cramp in my lower back completely subsided, replaced by a massive surge of pure adrenaline.
Tyler finally stood up, his hands raised in a pathetic placating gesture.
He desperately begged me to sit down, eat the catered dinner, and go home without causing further embarrassment.
Absolute disgust dripped from my voice as I told him I was never going anywhere with him ever again.
I called him a spineless coward for laughing while his mistress handed me a paternity test.
Before Tyler could formulate a reply, a low rhythmic vibration began to rattle the crystal chandeliers above us.
The wealthy guests initially thought it was a minor earthquake hitting the coast.
The sound rapidly grew into a heavy mechanical thumping directly above the historic manor.
Guests crowded the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, gasping in complete shock.
Three sleek black helicopters bearing a discreet golden crest touched down on the sprawling front lawn.
The immense downdraft absolutely decimated Brenda’s prized, overpriced floral arrangements.
At the exact same time, a motorcade of armored SUVs screeched to a halt, completely blocking every exit.
Panic rippled violently through the ballroom as the heavy oak doors were thrown open.
A dozen men in immaculate dark suits poured into the room with terrifying, lethal efficiency.
Craig, a towering man with a thick scar cutting through his eyebrow, marched straight toward the head table.
He bowed his head deeply in a gesture of absolute, unquestioning respect.
His deep voice announced that the perimeter was completely secure for Her Highness.
The crowd collectively stopped breathing.
My father stepped through the secured double doors, radiating an aura of ancient, absolute authority.
His cold, unforgiving eyes found me instantly amidst the chaos.
He crossed the room in rapid strides, entirely ignoring Tyler, who stumbled backward in sheer terror.
As I dropped my heavy engagement ring into Tyler’s wine glass and walked out with my father’s royal guard, I left Tyler choking on a single, terrifying question: just how far would my father’s royal reckoning go to dismantle the family that tried to break me?
