Too polished, smiling with his mouth while his eyes calculated. His voice was smooth. Victoria, I didn't realize you'd be bringing a guest. Victoria's grip tightened. Marcus, I didn't realize you'd be here at all.
Meridian Holdings invited me personally. They value my insights on Sterling Capital's strategic direction. Casual threat delivered with a smile. How interesting. You're suddenly concerned about my business relationships.
Not sudden at all. Victoria matched his false warmth. I've always been concerned about people who undermine Sterling Capital. Marcus's gaze slid to Ethan, dismissive and cruel. Though I see your taste in companions hasn't improved.
Something shifted in Ethan. Protective instinct overriding trained invisibility. He extended his hand. Ethan Carter, Victoria's husband. The word dropped like a stone into still water.
Nearby guests went silent. Marcus' face cycled through expressions. Shock, disbelief, rage, forced control. "Husband?" He repeated it like a foreign concept.
I don't recall hearing about a wedding. We've been married about a year. Ethan glanced at Victoria. She nodded slightly. Small ceremony.
Very private. How convenient. No one knew. No records. We didn't need announcements.
Ethan kept his voice level. Some things are worth keeping between people who matter. The older couple, Meridian Holdings executives, stared openly. The woman smiled at Victoria, raised her champagne in small congratulation. It was working.
Marcus looked like someone had rearranged his chessboard. Victoria's voice carried just enough warmth. Excuse us, Marcus. We should say hello to Richard and Patricia. They missed our ceremony.
She guided Ethan away, leaving Marcus with an expression that promised consequences. They crossed the ballroom toward the older couple, and Ethan felt every step like walking through deep water. Victoria's hand remained locked on his elbow, her nails digging crescent into his skin through the fabric of his uniform. Richard Chen extended his hand first. Firm grip, assessing eyes.