Chapter 5 - The Hostage Situation
Panic erupted instantly as the wedding guests scrambled away from the armed billionaire.
Women screamed, chairs were knocked over, and the string quartet dropped their instruments to run for cover.
Julian grabbed Chloe by her hair, pulling her aggressively in front of him as a human shield.
"Nobody moves, or the cheating bride gets a bullet!" Julian roared, waving the weapon erratically.
Nicholas froze on the floor, too terrified to even attempt to save the woman he had just married.
My father grabbed my mother and ducked behind a massive pillar of white roses, leaving me completely exposed.
Emmett immediately pushed me behind his broad shoulders, placing his own body between me and the gun.
"Put it down, Julian," Emmett said with terrifying calmness. "You're a white-collar criminal, not a murderer."
Julian's hand shook wildly as he aimed the barrel directly at Emmett's chest.
"You took everything from me!" Julian screamed, spit flying from his lips. "My company is ruined, my reputation is gone, and it is all because of her!"
Julian shifted his aim past Emmett, pointing the gun straight at my head.
"Give me the master encryption key to delete that keystroke log from the web, Jenna," Julian demanded.
I peeked out from behind Emmett, my heart hammering violently against my ribs.
"It's already on a thousand news servers, Julian, you can't undo it," I told him honestly.
Chloe began to cry hysterically, begging Julian to let her go.
"Shut up!" Julian yelled, striking Chloe across the face with the butt of the gun.
She crumpled to the floor, leaving Julian completely exposed.
Emmett seized the momentary distraction and lunged forward with explosive speed.
He tackled Julian around the waist, sending both billionaires crashing hard onto the marble floor.
The gun went off with a deafening crack that echoed terribly through the grand ballroom.
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A spray of bright red blood splattered across the white tablecloth of Table Nineteen.
Emmett rolled off Julian and collapsed onto his back, clutching his stomach as dark crimson stained his white shirt.
