All Chapters of Shotgun Wedding: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Third Person POVGordon ended the call with his wife, his pulse pounding in his ears. The office that once felt like a throne room now seemed smaller, claustrophobic, the walls pressing in, the air thick with something that smelled of panic. His reflection glared back from the glass wall, jaw clenched, eyes bloodshot.Two of the company lawyers strode in after a tentative knock, their polished shoes clicking on the marble floor.“How did this happen?” Gordon barked, slamming his palm against the desk. The papers on it quivered, like they, too, feared his temper.“From the initial investigation, sir,” began the first lawyer, adjusting his tie nervously, “it appears to be a corporate coup. They activated dormant proxy shares buried deep within the Smith corporate structure.”Gordon’s brow furrowed. “In English, please.”The second lawyer cleared his throat. “In plain terms, sir… the Smith conglomerate was built with layers, subsidiaries, holding companies, trusts. Hidden in one of tho

Diana's POVThe week after I took over SmithField Holdings felt almost unreal.Everything the Smiths once owned, now under my name. Their empire, their influence, their pride, mine. Gordon had gone quiet, no calls, no threats, no tantrums. The silence was unsettling, a calm before the inevitable storm.I’d moved back into the mansion, the one I once called home, and later, my prison. The halls still smelled faintly of his cologne, the expensive, cold scent of control. But this time, I wasn’t a guest or a wife. I was the owner.Still, victory didn’t silence the questions that haunted me.Who killed my father?And who really is Rebecca?Those two ghosts followed me everywhere, whispering in every quiet moment.It was a Wednesday, bright and deceptively peaceful, when I had a business meeting lined up, a contract I’d finalised days ago. Lucas couldn’t join me; he was at his father’s firm sorting through some new venture.That morning, I decided to keep things low-key. No entourage, no ca

Diana’s POVThe drive back to the mansion was quiet, the kind of quiet that sits heavily in the chest. Lucas kept one hand on the wheel, the other hovering close to me as though he were afraid I might disappear. By the time we pulled up the drive, dusk had already turned the house into a towering silhouette, familiar, but no longer safe.We stepped inside together. I barely had the key out of the lock when a figure materialised in the foyer, arms folded, jaw tight.Gordon.My stomach tightened."How did you get in here?" I asked, the frown pulling naturally to my face. Lucas moved to my side instantly, ready, alert."You forget I lived here all my life," he snapped. "If anything, I know this house better than you, Diana… Katherine… or whoever you claim to be."His tone was acid. Lucas tensed, but I raised a hand to stop him. This confrontation had been a long time coming."Gordon, what do you want?""Answers."He didn’t say the word; he barked it. Like an accusation."Fine. Let’s go t

Third Person POVThe bass throbbed through the club like a living heartbeat, vibrating through the floorboards and spilling into every corner. Neon lights washed over faces in flashes of blue, pink, and violet, catching on sweat-sheened skin and the glint of raised glasses. Bodies moved in a blur on the dance floor, pressed close, lost in the chaos of the music.But tucked away in a private enclave cordoned off by smoked glass, Gordon sat slumped on a three-seater couch, a half-finished whisky dangling from his fingers. His tie hung askew around his neck, three buttons undone, his jacket thrown beside him as though even fabric felt too heavy to bear.His mind kept looping back to the confrontation with Diana. The words, sharp as knives. The truth he didn’t want to accept. The humiliation he couldn’t outrun.He hadn’t lost everything, not technically. The drug money trickling into his hidden account was still there, a dark lifeline. But the lawyers had already told him the cold truth: t

Diana's POVThe moment Lucas muttered, “They’re here with a warrant,” something inside me tightened, like the slow, inevitable click of a trap snapping shut. Before I could gather a single coherent thought, the thunderous knock came again, louder this time, rattling through the walls. The twins shifted faintly within me, as if startled too.Lucas squeezed my hand once, firm, steady, a silent promise, before striding toward the door with the controlled precision of a man walking into a battlefield he had already mapped in his mind.I followed behind him, pulse drumming in my ears. When he opened the door, the hallway filled instantly with the presence of authority: two officers at the front, stiff in their navy uniforms, and a line of suited regulatory officials behind them. Cameras flashed from the street beyond, paparazzi already swarming like vultures circling something they believed was dying.The lead officer stepped forward.“Ms Diana Wilson? You are required to answer questions