The groom's face went pale instantly.

Documents appeared on the screen. Bank freezes. Cancelled contracts. Buried investigation reopened.

“ Don't confuse potential with permission,” Volkov said. “ I have consent.”

The groom stared, breath shallow. “ Consent from who?”

“ From everyone who sleeps better knowing someone like her doesn't walk free.”

The words settled like ash.

“ You're a monster.” The groom whispered.

Volkov nodded. “ I've been hearing ...