Chapter 7 - The Maternal Instinct

A fierce, primal rage completely consumed every single nerve in my body.

Nobody was going to threaten the life of my beautiful, innocent daughter.

I slowly lowered the leather folder to the floor, pretending to fully surrender.

I locked eyes with Ryan, silently begging him to show a single ounce of humanity.

Ryan simply looked away, entirely willing to let his own child die to save his pathetic life.

I knew I was completely on my own in this desperate fight.

I tapped my earpiece three times, executing the final emergency protocol with Marcus.

Marcus immediately cut the main power grid to the entire sprawling estate.

The ballroom plunged into absolute, pitch-black darkness.

Screams of terror erupted from the wealthy guests as total panic took over.

I used my memory of the room's layout to sprint directly toward the stroller.

I tackled Julian with every ounce of strength I possessed, knocking him to the floor.

His gun fired wildly into the dark ceiling, the muzzle flash briefly illuminating the chaos.

I aggressively punched him in the throat, entirely neutralizing his ability to fight back.

I frantically grabbed my baby from the stroller and held her tightly against my chest.

I crawled under a massive, overturned banquet table to hide from the flying bullets.

The backup emergency generators suddenly kicked on, bathing the room in a dim red light.

The rival cartel mercenaries were actively shooting at the original syndicate bosses.

The wedding had turned into a massive, bloody warzone between the two criminal factions.

I looked across the room and saw Lauren desperately trying to drag Ryan toward a side exit.

She needed him alive to manually input the final banking passwords.

Suddenly, Ryan violently shoved Lauren away and snatched the gold-plated revolver from her hand.

He did not point the weapon at the mercenaries or his treacherous bride.

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He turned around and aimed the gun directly at me as I hid under the table.

He coldly stated that he was going to eliminate all his problems at once.