Chapter 4

"Once the baby is born, his last name has to be Vance. Justin is the only son in his family, and I need to carry on his bloodline."

"Don't worry. After Justin passes, I'll settle down and live a good life with you. We can have plenty of our own kids later. You've always loved kids, haven't you?"

I was so disgusted by her sheer audacity that I burst out laughing.

Even now, she was delusional enough to believe that my anger was just me being jealous, a desperate attempt to win her back.

After knowing her for over twenty years, I felt like I was seeing her true colors for the very first time. I genuinely wanted to crack her skull open just to see if there was anything inside besides sewage.

My laughter made her snap, her face flushing with indignant rage. "What are you laughing at?! I've already made a massive compromise!"

"If you still want to be with me, you have to make sacrifices too. Otherwise, I'm not going to forgive you that easily."

"Justin doesn't have much time left anyway. When the baby is born, he'll still call you dad! His last name will just be Vance. How is that any different from being your biological child?"

"Get the hell out," I snarled, completely done listening to her bullshit.

Savannah glared at me venomously. "You'll regret this!" she hissed, dragging Justin toward the elevator.

The very next morning, a trending topic blew up the internet, claiming the number one spot on social media.

[Rising Starlet Savannah Davis Sacrifices Everything to Marry Terminally Ill First Love: A Heartbreaking Tale of True Devotion.]

Beneath the headline were countless related tags, many of them dragging my family's entertainment company into the mud.

[Future Partner at H&T Media, Starlet Savannah Davis, Marries Someone Else.]

I checked the location tagged in the wedding posts, grabbed my car keys, and sped straight over.

We were done, yet she still had the nerve to leech clout off my family's empire? I wasn't going to let that slide.

On top of that, after the topic went viral, internet sleuths dug up old breadcrumbs between Savannah and Justin, sparking rumors that were already causing H&T Media's stock to dip.

There was no way in hell my family was going to take the fall for her mess.

Before long, I arrived at the luxury outdoor venue. Savannah was draped in an exquisite white designer gown, her makeup flawless, her face radiant with a triumphant smile.

The moment she spotted me, however, the smile froze solid.

A second later, she swayed gracefully toward me, her voice dripping with provocation. "Give it up, Tyler. I'm never going back to you!"

The wedding march began to play right on cue, and the ceremony proceeded smoothly.

They exchanged rings, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. When it came time for the vows, Savannah raised her microphone, boldly declaring:

"Justin, I've already received insider confirmation from senior leadership. The agency is about to pour all its top resources into me. Fame and endless fortune are right at our fingertips."

"As husband and wife, what's mine is yours. And I will take care of your family, too."

"I'm going to secure high-paying executive positions for them at the company, and I'll even transfer company shares to their names so you can leave this world without a single worry."

"Marrying you has always been my greatest dream in this life. And today, that dream has finally come true."

"In this life, and in the next, I, Savannah Davis, will only ever love you, Justin Vance."

Every single dime and shred of influence she had today was handed to her by me. What right did she have to promise my family's assets to someone else?

Justin's eyes welled with tears as he nodded furiously. "I believe you, Savannah. Being able to marry you is the greatest blessing of my entire life."

"I love you, Savannah. Forever!"

Atmosphere peaked, and the guests started chanting and cheering, "Kiss her! Kiss her!"

Savannah closed her eyes coyly, tilting her chin up in anticipation.

I couldn't take another second of this sickening circus. I stormed onto the stage, my roar cutting straight through the sound system.

"Savannah! I don't give a damn that you cheated on me to marry Justin, but who the hell gave you the authority to hand out shares of my family's company?! Who gave you that right?!"

Savannah sneered at me with pure contempt. "Look at you, Tyler. Look at how pathetic and green with envy you are. Men like you make me sick—fake, hypocritical, and totally hollow."

Lifting her chin, she looked down on me with haughty disdain. "I got the insider scoop days ago. The board isn't just going to push me to the A-list; they're making me a equity partner!"

"As a shareholder, I am ordering you to get the hell off my stage right now!"

"With my current status and power in this industry, ruining your entire life and making sure you never work again would be as easy as snapping my fingers."

Before the words had even fully left her mouth...

A thunderous roar of high-performance engines echoed from the distance. A fleet of hundreds of exotic luxury cars swept into the venue, pulling up in a flawless, intimidating line right before the stunned crowd.

Every single vehicle was an elite hypercar—Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, custom Maybachs—not a single one worth under two million dollars.

Click.

The rear door of the lead limousine swung open.

A woman draped in an impeccably tailored couture suit stepped out, radiating absolute elegance, wealth, and an icy, suffocating authority.

"And just whose life do you think you're going to ruin?"