*Noah's POV*
The Pierce estate sprawls before me like a monument to old money arrogance. Manicured lawns, marble fountains, and enough luxury cars in the driveway to fund a small country's defense budget. Today, it will all come crashing down.
I check my watch. Three-fifteen. The ceremony starts in forty-five minutes.
My phone buzzes with Marcus's update: *Financial story breaking now. Escort scandal drops in twenty minutes. Everything is synchronized.*
Perfect timing. The dominoes are falling exactly as planned.
I step out of my Bentley, straightening my custom-tailored suit. Today calls for the full armor of wealth and power. Italian leather shoes, Swiss watch, silk tie that costs more than most people's monthly salary. Today, I dress the part I've been hiding for three years.
The hotel valet approaches, eyes widening at the car.
"Sir, are you here for the Pierce-Bennett wedding?"
"I am."
"Name for the guest list?"
"Lancaster. Noah Lancaster."
