The Wedding Game That Cost Him Everything Chapter 20
Tucker was insane, too.
Watching the video, I understood that completely for the first time.
Wearing a wedding dress, Sloane was being chased by a group of masked men through an old yacht-club building at the docks.
They were hired with Tucker’s private money. He had already lost his claim as heir, but a few former subordinates were still willing to do one last job for him.
The outer layer of her wedding dress had been sewn with red ribbons. Every man who tore one away could step up to Tucker and take a wad of cash.
Her Ferraro signet ring had also been placed on a tray.
Tucker had no power to truly strip her of her Family status.
He was only copying the ritual of a public expulsion, repaying her with the same humiliation she had inflicted on me.
The others grew even more excited when they saw the ring.
Even as she ran, Sloane was laughing.
“Tucker, I knew it. You and I are the same kind of person. You’re just better at pretending.”
Her wedding dress was ripped away piece by piece, until only the black underskirt remained—the one they had been ordered not to touch.