Chapter 7 - The Resurrected Victim Confronts Adrian Before The Guests
Clara Sterling walked the remaining distance to the altar, stopping just inches away from the trembling, ruined groom.
She looked him up and down with an expression of profound disgust, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
“You blew up my yacht, Adrian, left me for dead on a Greek island, and assumed my identity to steal my tech corporation,” Clara said.
“You thought time would bury the truth, but paper trails don't burn as easily as luxury yachts,” she added coldly.
Adrian swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper as he tried to stammer out a coherent defense to the gathered crowd.
“Clara... it was a corporate restructuring! You abandoned the company first!” Adrian lied desperately, his voice cracking.
“A restructuring backed by forged death certificates and offshore wire transfers to accounts registered in your mother’s maiden name,” Clara corrected.
She turned away from him, addressing the wedding guests who sat immobilized in their pews by the shocking drama.
“Every luxury you’ve seen the Vance family display over the past decade was built on stolen intellectual property and stolen lives.”
The guests shifted uncomfortably in their seats, realizing that the glamorous dinners and charity galas had been funded by crime.
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Adrian stood utterly isolated on his own wedding altar, deserted by his mother, his money, and his elaborate lies.
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