The Outcast Son In Law's Wrath

pain and hatred!

"Lock the doors. Let no one leave. Tonight, I will teach my grandson what wrath really means."

Edward Cole's voice was not loud. But the whole golden hall heard it.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Heavy steel doors slammed shut around the banquet hall. Guards in black stepped in front of them, hands on their guns. Five hundred of the most powerful people in the country froze, champagne glasses shaking.

In the middle of the floor, two women were still tangled Chloe Carter in her soaked red dress, barefoot, cheek red and swollen, and Victoria Sterling in her ruined white diamond gown, hair wet with champagne, mascara running.

And standing over them was Liam Cole, his shadow covering both of them, his face cold as ice, his bloody hand from the cracked whiskey glass dripping onto the marble.

He had just said: You both think you own me. You both are wrong."

Edward Cole walked down from the top stairs, cane hitting the floor tap, tap, tap. Every step made the ministers step back.

He stopped in front of Liam. His scarred old face was dark with fury.

"You say you are Liam Cole?" Edward said, voice low and dangerous. "Then act like a Cole. You let two women fight over you like you are a street dog? You let your fiancée be slapped in our house? Have you forgotten what happened when you were thirteen? The van? The bag over your head? The knife? You were helpless! I burned a city to save you!"

Liam's hands started to shake. The nightmare flashed gasoline smell, dark warehouse, tied to a chair for three days.

Edward saw his hands shaking and turned his wrath on Chloe, who was still on the floor.

"And you! Carter girl! You made my grandson wash dishes for three years! You made him kneel! You divorced him when he was nothing! Now you wear a red dress and came to seduce him back?"

Chloe pushed herself up, barefoot, her red dress torn at the slit, her legs shaking. "I didn't come to seduce anyone! I came for my father's company! You have no right"

"I have every right!" Edward roared. "I own the hospital where your father is dying! I own the bank where your company begs!"

He snapped his fingers. Butler Chen stepped forward, head low, holding a phone.

"Call Cole Hospital," Edward ordered. "At 9 AM tomorrow, stop treatment for Robert Carter. Remove him from ICU. Let him die. And freeze Carter Group's accounts tonight. Bankrupt them by morning."

Chloe's face went white as paper. "No! No! My father is on a ventilator! You can't! That's murder!"

She turned to Liam her last hope. Her cold CEO eyes were now full of tears, begging.

"Liam! Please! Say something! You know my father! He was kind to you! Don't let him die!"

The whole hall looked at Liam.

Liam stood still. He did not help Chloe up. He did not hold her hands. He did not even look at her bleeding feet.

He looked at his grandfather the only family who saved him from kidnappers. The man who raised him.

Then he looked at Victoria, who was still on the floor, holding her cheek, but smiling through her tears because she understood power.

Liam made his choice.

He walked away from Chloe. He left her standing barefoot and alone in the middle of the hall.

He walked to Victoria and pulled her up from the floor by her wrist roughly, like a business deal, not love.

"I agree," he said, voice cold, loud enough for every camera and every person to hear. "The engagement between Cole and Sterling stands. Tonight. The contract is signed. Carter Group will be the engagement gift to Miss Sterling."

Silence.

Then Victoria her white gown ruined, her hair wet let out a triumphant laugh that echoed in the locked hall. She threw her arms around Liam's neck and kissed his cheek hard, marking him with her lipstick, claiming him.

"I KNEW IT! I knew you'd choose me, darling!" she screamed, looking down at Chloe with pure victory in her eyes. "Did you hear that, Miss Carter? He chose me! He chose power over a maid! Your father dies tomorrow and your company is mine!"

Chloe stared at them Liam letting Victoria cling to him, letting her kiss him, his bloody hand not pushing her away, his grey eyes not even looking at Chloe.

Three years of guilt, of regret, of sleepless nights turned into pure, burning hate in one second.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, smearing her red lipstick.

"Liam Cole!" she shouted, her voice shaking with fury, not sadness. "You are a coward! You are worse than trash! You let an old man threaten my dying father and you agree? I was stupid to ever feel sorry for divorcing you! I hate you! I will hate you for the rest of my life!"

She turned and ran. Barefoot, red dress trailing, through the crowd that parted for her, banging on the locked steel doors. "OPEN! OPEN THE DOORS!"

Edward nodded once. A guard opened the doors just enough for her to slip out — into the heavy rain outside.

Liam did not follow. He did not help. He stood still, Victoria's arms around his neck, blood dripping from his fist onto the golden floor.

From behind a pillar near the exit, a phone light blinked.

Ethan Blackwood nose bandaged, suit cheap had been hiding and recording everything since Chloe walked in. The slap. The fight. Edward's threat. Liam agreeing to the engagement. Chloe's curse.

He pressed SEND with a shaking, evil grin.

The video was uploading — titled: "BILLIONAIRE HEIR DUMPS EX-WIFE AS HER FATHER DIES — CHOOSES HEIRESS!"

In seconds, it hit the internet. One million views. Two million. within an hour it was allover the Internet