Chapter 7 - Our Wedding Was Supposed to Be a Political Disaster for the Morettis—Instead, It Became the Night the Old Family Council Lost Control of EverythingThe wedding was small.
No reporters.
No business negotiations.
No family contracts.
Just people we trusted.
Penny stood beside me.
Nikolai looked at me like the room had disappeared.
When I walked toward him, I remembered the engagement party.
The white dress.
Serena's hand.
Julian's smile.
My mother's warning.
The humiliation.
This time, nobody could take anything.
Not my dress.
Not my name.
Not my future.
Nikolai took my hand.
“You can still run.”
I smiled.
“I know.”
“I won't stop you.”
“I know.”
“Then why stay?”
I whispered:
“Because I choose you.”
The ceremony ended.
Then the family council arrived.
Lucia Moretti entered with six board members.
She objected to the marriage.
Nikolai looked at her.
“The council no longer has authority.”
She laughed.
“That's what you think.”
I stepped forward.
“I know.”
I opened the trust documents.
Every vote required my approval now.
The council was finished.
The Moretti family's old structure collapsed within minutes.
No weapons.
No threats.
Just signatures.
Sometimes power changes quietly.
The people who thought they controlled everything were simply no longer needed.
Lucia looked at me.
“You destroyed this family.”
I smiled.
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“No.”
“I saved it.”
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