Chapter 4: The House of Cards
The evidence wasn't just a ledger; it was a digital trail that led straight to the offshore accounts currently funding the very wedding they were all standing in.
"Sarah," Vance said, turning to the bride. "The diamond ring on your finger? It was paid for with funds stolen from the Blackwood Pension Fund. Every guest here—you’re standing in a crime scene."
Sarah looked at her ring, then at Mark. The realization hit her like a physical blow. She saw the fear in Mark's eyes, the way he was frantically scanning the exits. She realized the man she thought was a self-made billionaire was nothing but a fraud built on blood and theft.
"Mark?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "Did you kill him?"
Mark’s facade finally shattered. He looked at the crowd—the people he had spent years trying to impress—and saw only judgment. He looked at Elias, the man he had trampled, and saw his own downfall.
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"I did what I had to do!" Mark shrieked, lunging toward the side door.
He didn't make it. Two agents, who had been hiding in plain sight among the caterers, tackled him to the floor before he could reach the exit. Handcuffs clicked shut, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the high, vaulted ceiling.
