Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 274

It was beyond absurd and completely inexcusable.

Lucius's initial refusal to attend was absolutely no excuse for her to invite a parade of men into her bed, wearing her bridal gown on the day of her engagement, to commit such an act.

Sheri Yates stood frozen in terror, wanting to help her partner in crime but terrified of the incoming fallout.

Considering she was half-responsible for the setup, Sheri decided her only option was to flee, hoping to slip out of the venue unnoticed.

She hastily dialed her assistant, whispering, "Book me on the next flight out to The Southeast Isles..."

Suddenly, a pair of cold silver handcuffs snapped securely around her wrists.

Her phone clattered to the floor, and she burst into terrified tears.

"Officers, what is the meaning of this?"

Three uniformed police officers had just arrived on the scene and intercepted her perfectly.

They had just taken statements from the wealthy heirs who turned themselves in, all claiming they were lured into the illicit gathering by Sheri and Lucius's fiancée.

This was an organized, illegal syndicate. The lead officer checked his phone, verifying a red-carpet photo of the suspect.

They had pulled it straight off the internet, knowing she was a desperate social climber trying to break into the entertainment industry.

She relied on her D-list celebrity status to hook billionaires, even allegedly buying a minor pageant title to boost her worth.

Her provocative photos were plastered all over the web.

So the moment she appeared in the lobby, the authorities nabbed her without hesitation.

The officer's stern, unforgiving glare froze her in place.

"You are being brought in for questioning regarding the organization of an illicit gathering," the arresting officer stated.

The grand wedding of the century had officially devolved into an unparalleled scandal.

The bride had plummeted from a high-society darling to a criminal suspect, hauled away in cuffs.

She thrashed violently at first, screaming like a lunatic to anyone who would listen that the video was a deepfake.

But her frantic denials were completely useless against the crushing weight of the live broadcast and the police arriving to arrest her for illicit activities.

Arthur Whitman and his wife were mortified, bowing their heads and apologizing endlessly to the VIPs; decades of prestigious family honor had been obliterated in one night.

Arthur internally connected the dots—her recent hospitalization for a threatened miscarriage wasn't from stress over Lucius ignoring her, but clearly from her reckless partying.

He wasn't entirely naive; he couldn't believe he had been foolish enough to welcome such a woman into his family, let alone drop millions of dollars to fund her extravagant celebration.

He was consumed by regret. It was a colossal loss!