Chapter 9 - The Wedding Contract Hid a Theft Behind White Flowers

My wedding was supposed to happen in nine days. Invitations had been mailed, deposits paid, relatives had booked flights, and my dress was still hanging in a garment bag at a tailor who thought my biggest crisis was whether the hem would touch the floor. The ordinary machinery of the wedding kept moving even though the life it was designed to celebrate had already collapsed.

Until that moment, cancellation had felt obvious. Now Dominic suggested something that made me stare at him as though he had lost his mind.

“Do not cancel it yet.”

Chloe blinked. “You want her to marry him?”

“No.” Dominic looked at me. “I want Enzo and Caleb to believe the wedding is still possible.”

I understood before I wanted to.

“If they need my signature before the ceremony, they’ll keep trying to get it.”

“And they may reveal what they are trying to access.”

I stood and walked to the window.

Chicago glittered below, indifferent to the fact that my wedding had become bait.

“I’m not pretending to forgive Caleb.”

“You don’t have to. You disappeared after catching him with Chloe. He expects anger. Let him think anger is all this is.”

Chloe looked sick. “He’ll know I talked.”

“Not if he believes you escaped before telling us anything useful,” Dominic said.

She stared at him. “You’re very comfortable lying.”

“I have had practice.”

I turned back. “What exactly do you need from me?”

“Reply to Caleb. Tell him you are safe. Tell him you need space but you will meet him tomorrow with no one else present.”

“That sounds like bait because it is bait.”

“Yes.”

At least Dominic never insulted me by pretending otherwise.

I typed the message with hands that were steadier than I felt.

Caleb replied in eleven seconds.

Thank God. I love you. Please let me explain.

The words made my skin crawl.

We chose a café in Millennium Park for the meeting. Dominic would have people nearby but out of sight. I would wear a recording device. Nico walked me through the emergency signal twice and made me repeat the route to the nearest secure car. Dominic insisted on a hard time limit. I argued over the number of minutes mostly because arguing reminded me I still had choices. In the end, we agreed that if Caleb changed tables, tried to move me indoors, or mentioned the warehouse directly, I would leave without waiting for permission.

Then Nico returned with the flash drive from Chloe’s dress.

Its files changed the plan.

The stolen folder included photographs of my father’s hidden basement room taken before I had reopened it. Someone else had accessed the room months ago.

There were also scans of the Bellamy trust, architectural drawings of the Fulton warehouse, and a page from the encrypted ledger.

On that page, Antonio had listed seven safe locations used to store duplicate records.

Six were crossed out.

The seventh was described only as SITE C — BELOW FOUNDATION.

A coordinate beside it matched the warehouse.

“The basement room isn’t the real hiding place,” I said.

Dominic studied the original blueprints.

My father had renovated the building thirty years ago. One foundation section beneath the freight elevator had been reinforced with far more concrete than structurally necessary.

A concealed cavity.

Caleb wanted access to the warehouse because something remained under it.

“Why not break in and dig it out?” Chloe asked.

“Because the property has an alarmed foundation-monitoring system tied to the trust,” I said slowly. “Dad installed it after a neighboring excavation damaged the wall. Any structural work requires owner authorization with the insurer.”

Dominic nodded. “And Caleb needs clean paperwork so no one asks why a supposedly worthless building was torn apart.”

The wedding transfer would give him that access.

Nico enlarged another image from Chloe’s drive.

It showed a legal memorandum prepared by Caleb’s attorney. The proposed transfer would not merely grant joint control.

It would move the warehouse into a redevelopment company immediately after my signature.

That company was controlled through layered trusts by Enzo.

I felt something inside me settle.

Until then, part of me had still been reacting as the abandoned fiancée: hurt, humiliated, desperate to understand why Caleb chose Chloe.

That woman receded.

This was no longer about being chosen.

It was about being used.

“I’ll meet him,” I said.

Dominic studied me. “You can still say no.”

“I know.”

“Harper.”

“I said I know.” I stepped closer. “That matters. But I’m done waiting for men to decide what I should understand about my own life.”

His eyes held mine.

Then he nodded.

“Tomorrow. Public place. Ten minutes maximum.”

“Fifteen.”

“Twelve.”

Despite everything, I smiled.

“Fine.”

Chloe watched us with an expression I refused to interpret.

Later, when I was alone in the hotel suite, my phone lit with another message from Caleb.

I miss you. Wear your ring tomorrow so I know there’s still hope.

I looked at the engagement ring sealed in an evidence bag across the room.

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