Chapter 7 Wedding Drama

• ALPHA BRAHAM’S POV
• In my relentless search for the human woman named Millie-Rose Harvey, I found myself standing in the very building she once called home… the agency her mother built with blood, sweat, and sleepless nights.
• The same agency Millie poured her youth, talent, and soul into, only to be crucified by it the moment things got messy.
• I didn’t even know whether to refer to the agency in past or present tense anymore. Did it still count as hers if the vultures inside were already circling, ready to erase her name like she was some minor misstep in their perfect branding?
• I’d gathered everything I could about her in just a few hours; background checks, hospital files, social timelines, history of collaborations, her mother’s legacy. And yet, none of that compared to the fire in my chest that burned the more I imagined her alone out there, hunted.
• I walked past a flood of paparazzi, reporters, influencers, and what could only be described as a swarm of bitter fans turned bloodthirsty critics. They were everywhere. Some pretended to care. Most were just here for the carnage.
• But the difference between them and me?
• They were chasing a headline.
• I was chasing my woman.
• “She’s not here. That’s her changing room, and that’s her office,” a woman snapped at me as I exited the elevator, her tone thick with irritation. “If you still don’t believe it, you’re welcome to knock yourself out.”
• She tried to brush past me.
• I grabbed her wrist, not hard, but firm enough to make her stop.
• “Point it to me again,” I ordered.
• She tried in vain to yank her hand free and gestured toward the office at the end of the hallway.
• The gold-lettered nameplate still sat proudly on the frosted glass:
• MILLIE-ROSE HARVEY.
• I released her without another word and pushed the door open.
• Inside, a woman stood behind a desk, phone to her ear, but her eyes were already on me.
• “Okay, I’ll handle it,” she muttered into the receiver, then hung up and crossed her arms as if she’d been expecting me all along.
• No fear. No surprise. Just... irritation.
• I stepped in. “Where is she?”
• She tilted her head, tone dripping with scorn. “Who the hell are you? And what makes you think you can just barge in here demanding things like you own the place? She doesn’t owe you anything.”
• I blinked.
• That tone?
• That disrespect?
• It made my wolf, Vorn, snarl inside me.
• “Did you just speak to me in that manner?” I asked, voice low and dangerous.
• “You expected a red carpet?” she shot back. “Maybe I’m supposed to faint at your feet?”
• She stepped closer, defiant. “What’s wrong? Are you angry I’m not trembling? You didn’t expect me to call you out, huh? Were you expecting praise for getting her pregnant?”
• “What?” My voice cracked. “What the hell are you talking about?”
• Her eyes narrowed. “You think I don’t know? You think I can’t put two and two together? You and those two scumbags; Silas and that stepsister-from-hell planned it all. You got paid to screw her over and vanish, didn’t you?”
• That accusation... it knocked the breath out of me.
• I wasn’t angry anymore.
• I was stunned.
• “You’re wrong,” I said quietly. “I don’t know them. I’ve never met any of them, not even Millie-Rose… until yesterday. At the hospital.”
• Her brows furrowed, confusion replacing her fire.
• I kept going. “I was looking for a surrogate. An anonymous, medically approved surrogate. I didn’t want to meet her in person for reasons of my own. But somehow... they used her. They used my semen… without my knowledge. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”
• She was quiet for a moment.
• Then, almost whispering, she asked, “Do you think it was a coincidence?”
• Something clicked in my brain. Something terrible.
• It wasn’t a coincidence.
• It was a setup.
• Why me?
• Why Millie?
• Who orchestrated it? And what did they stand to gain?
• Her voice yanked me back. “I’m going to find those bastards and ruin them. Right now.”
• “Don’t…” I stepped forward. “Not yet.”
• But she was already out the door.
• I followed, catching up with her just as a small group of office workers came down the hall. One of them, a bleach-blonde woman, sneered when she saw us.
• “What the hell are you doing?” Callie barked at her.
• The blonde gave a mock smile. “Taking down that slut’s name from our agency. Obviously. She’s no longer part of this place. And let me guess… you’re the genius who convinced her to do it, huh?”
• “Daisy!” Callie’s voice shook with rage.
• I didn’t wait for another insult.
• In a blur, I had Daisy pinned against the wall by her throat. Her feet left the ground as her face turned a deep shade of red.
• Phones were already recording.
• I dropped her like garbage.
• She hit the floor coughing, and Callie didn’t even look back. She was already storming off.
• I followed, because she was the only lead I had.
• Then came another voice… male, greasy, filled with contempt. “Callie.”
• A short, balding man in a tight suit stepped into view.
• “Mr. Dan,” she said, her voice trembling now…not with fear, but fury. “You too? After all Millie did for this agency? For you? You owe her your damn career!”
• “Callie…”
• She didn’t let him finish. “You owe her your life!”
• And then she was gone, tears running down her cheeks.
• We were both being followed now; cameras in our faces, gossipers whispering just loud enough to be heard.
• “That’s the man she was cheating with?”
• “He’s hot though. I’d cheat too, if he’s up for it.”
• “I think there’s a video of them at a club last night...”
• “She snuck out of a hotel this morning. Probably his.”
• I got into the car, jaw clenched.
• “Follow her,” I barked at Renan.
• He nodded and pulled out after Callie’s car.
• She led us to a cathedral.
• More cameras.
• More whispers.
• It took only seconds to realize what was going on.
• A wedding.
• Her supposed wedding.
• Callie stepped out of her car and charged toward the entrance like a woman possessed.
• I was right behind her.
• Inside, the priest’s voice echoed through the massive hall.
• “If anyone here has a reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever remain silent.”
• “You weren’t supposed to say that!” hissed a woman…the bride, Millie’s stepsister, I guessed.
• Callie didn’t care.
• She marched into the aisle, all cameras now on her.
• “I do have a reason,” she declared. “A damn good one.”
• Two guards moved toward her, but I moved faster, knocking both aside with one swipe.
• Callie locked eyes with the bride, Martha and unleashed hell.
• “You conniving little snake! You stole her man, wore her dress, humiliated her, and thought you could get away with it?”
• The room went still.
• Martha snapped, “Do you think being her PA makes you important? She’s trash. And so are you.”
• That was it.
• I was seconds from snapping her neck when Callie shouted again.
• “If Millie’s really trash, then what does that make you? You slept with her fiancé. You paraded yourself in her dress. And you stood up here like the bride while she ran away from the heartbreak you caused. You’re a damn parasite!”
• The guests gasped.
• One of the reporters shouted, “We have it on camera! Confirmed affair!”
• Another chimed in, “The wedding’s a cover-up!”
• And just like that, chaos broke out.
• People shouted.
• Phones flashed.
• The groom looked like he wanted to disappear.
• Martha screamed.
• Callie turned and walked out, and I followed her like a silent guardian.
• This wasn’t over.
• Not by a long shot.