Chapter 6 - Three Days Before the Wedding, Nathan Learned His Own Mother Had Signed the Poisoning Plan—Then Sophia Found the Evidence Hidden in Her Wedding DressThe wedding preparations continued.
Everything looked normal.
Flowers.
Catering.
Guests.
Security.
But inside the house, fear hung over everything.
Margaret finally admitted the truth.
Years earlier, Edward had blackmailed her.
He made her sign documents connected to Nathan's health.
She thought they were research approvals.
They weren't.
They were authorizations.
She had unknowingly helped create the medical framework used to poison Nathan.
I watched her cry.
“I didn't know.”
Nathan stood silently.
Then hugged her.
“You were manipulated.”
She sobbed.
“I should have protected you.”
“You did what you thought you could.”
The wedding dress arrived.
Vanessa's dress.
Sophia was fascinated.
She touched the fabric.
Then suddenly stopped.
She pointed at the hem.
Something was hidden inside.
A thin plastic strip.
A medical patch.
Sophia signed:
BAD.
I handed it to the doctor.
It contained a transdermal drug.
Designed to transfer through skin.
It wasn't for Nathan.
It was for Vanessa.
If Nathan touched her during the ceremony, the substance would transfer.
A delayed reaction.
The plan was elegant.
Nathan would collapse after the ceremony.
Witnesses would see him appearing exhausted.
The drug would be blamed on medication interactions.
Then the insurance policy would pay.
Nathan stared at the patch.
“She was planning to poison me by touching me.”
The doctor nodded.
Sophia had saved him again.
Nathan looked at her.
“Thank you.”
She signed:
GOOD.
He laughed.
The tension broke for one moment.
Then we found another patch.
This one was inside Nathan's jacket.
The wedding plan had layers.
One failover after another.
We replaced his suit.
Changed the rings.
Changed the wine.
Changed the venue entrance.
Nothing remained untouched.
The wedding would proceed.
But the real plan belonged to us.
Federal agents had prepared warrants.
Evidence had been preserved.
We only needed the conspirators to expose themselves.
Nathan asked me to stay by Sophia.
“I want you both close.”
“I'm not leaving.”
“I know.”
That night, he found me on the terrace.
“You can still walk away.”
“No.”
“You could disappear.”
“I've considered it.”
He smiled sadly.
“Why didn't you?”
I looked at him.
“Because you asked me not to.”
He stepped closer.
“I love you.”
This time, I didn't fight it.
“I love you too.”
We kissed.
Not as employer and employee.
As two people who had survived something together.
When we separated, Sophia stood at the glass door.
She smiled.
I laughed.
“Were you watching?”
She nodded.
Then signed:
FINALLY.
Nathan laughed.
“She approves.”
“She always did.”
The wedding morning arrived.
Vanessa looked radiant.
Nathan looked calm.
I stood beside Sophia.
The ceremony began.
Hundreds of guests watched.
The officiant spoke.
Vanessa took Nathan's hand.
She touched him.
Nothing happened.
Because we had replaced the patch.
Her expression changed.
She looked at Richard.
He nodded.
Something was wrong.
Then Vanessa whispered:
“Now.”
A waiter approached with champagne.
Nathan did not drink.
Security intercepted it.
Federal agents entered.
Chaos erupted.
Vanessa screamed.
Richard ran.
The evidence was presented.
Calls.
Recordings.
Payments.
Medical records.
The insurance policy.
The trust documents.
The poisoning plan.
Everything.
Vanessa was arrested.
Richard was arrested.
Several other conspirators followed.
But Edward was still missing.
The wedding was canceled.
The media went wild.
Nathan stood before the cameras.
He said:
“I will not comment on ongoing legal matters.”
Then he took my hand.
The photographers saw.
The whole world saw.
I panicked.
He smiled.
“Let them.”
The next morning, Edward called.
“You won.”
Nathan answered.
“For now.”
Edward laughed.
“You haven't seen the last of me.”
Nathan's expression hardened.
“Come out.”
“You think I care about the company?”
“What do you want?”
“Your wife.”
Nathan froze.
“Isabella.”
Edward laughed.
“No.”
He meant me.
He wanted me dead.
Why?
Because I was the only witness he couldn't control.
The woman with no money.
No power.
No family connections.
The person he had ignored.
The person who had changed everything.
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Edward wanted me gone.
And he was coming.
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