Chapter 12 - The Groom's Wrath
Julian exploded into action with a terrifying, instantaneous power that made my parents tremble in their tracks.
In a single, fluid motion, Julian vaulted past the shattered remnants of the table, his face twisted into a mask of pure, lethal rage. He didn't shout warnings; he moved with the precise, devastating force of a tidal wave.
Before Mom could bring the iron table down a second time, Julian closed the distance, his hand shooting out to grip the heavy metal frame with bone-crushing strength, ripping it straight out of her hands and hurling it across the ballroom where it crashed violently into a empty service pillar.
Mom stumbled backward, colliding hard with Dad, who threw his hands up in frantic self-defense. "Stay back! We are her parents!" Dad stammered, his voice suddenly cracking with naked terror as he looked into Julian’s eyes.
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Julian didn't care about titles. He towered over them, his chest heaving, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying rumble that echoed off the crystal chandeliers and silenced every breath in the room. "If either of you ever touches my wife again—if you even breathe in her direction—I will personally ensure that every cent of debt your golden boy accumulated is legally attached to your names, and I will spend my entire fortune and career seeing to it that you both rot in a federal penitentiary."
Dad’s knees buckled slightly, and Mom turned completely pale, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as the sheer weight of Julian’s unyielding power crushed their arrogance into dust.
