A Wedding Vow of Vengeance

ad. "Get up! How dare you still pretend to be unconscious?" Christopher's voice cut through the air like ice. Ashlyn's eyes fluttered open. The pristine white marble steps of the church s

"What... what is this?" Ashlyn clutched her head. Unable to grasp the memories going through her head right now. "Betrayal. A knife in the back. The bitter taste of defeat." "Commander Hannah..." she whispered to herself. "I... died?" Two nurses rushed to her side, helping her onto a stretcher. Their whispers carried clearly through the quiet space as they wheeled her through the hospital corridors. "Did you see how many visitors Miss Penelope has?" The younger nurse gestured down the hall. "Her room's practically a flower shop." "Well, what do you expect?" The older nurse adjusted Ashlyn's IV. "Who'd visit someone who ruined their own wedding and tried to kill their stepsister?" "I heard she's been having affairs with multiple men," another nurse joined in. "The Knights must be mortified-" "Such a waste of a good family name," the older nurse sighed. "And that poor Miss Penelope, lying in the ICU with a concussion." "At least she has Christopher White by her side," the youngest nurse giggled. "He hasn't left her room since she was admitted." "Call the family lawyer." Ashlyn's clear voice cut through their gossip. The nurses jumped. "Miss Knight! We didn't realize you were-" "Tell him I need to discuss my shares." A cold smile played on Ashlyn's lips. "Twenty percent of Knight Enterprises, to be exact." The younger nurse dropped her clipboard. "Twenty... twenty percent?" "Oh, you didn't know?" Ashlyn's eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "My mother left them to me before she died. Now, shall I call him myself, or will you stop gossiping and do your jobs?" "But... but that's impossible," the older nurse stammered. "The Knights would never-" "Check the company records," Ashlyn interrupted. "Knight Enterprises, founded by my grandfather. Twenty percent ownership transferred to me upon my mothe