Chapter 3: The Unraveling of the Elite
The wedding party stood in a state of paralysis. Chloe was hyperventilating, her dress ruined by the dirt she had stomped into the roses. She turned to the caterers, shouting for them to ignore the "imposter," but the staff had already received their new instructions.
"I’m sorry, Ms. Chloe," the head of catering said, stepping forward. "We work for the owner of the estate. And the owner has informed us that the contract with your father is null and void due to a breach of property preservation clauses."
The staff began to pack. They didn't just stop serving; they began to dismantle the event. The chairs, the tables, the sound system—it was being stripped away, revealing the garden for what it was: a beautiful place that no longer belonged to the people who had claimed it.
Richard lunged at Elena, his face purple with rage. "You little thief! I’ll sue you for everything! I’ll drag this through the courts until you’re homeless!"
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Elena held up her phone. "Every word of that threat is recorded, Richard. And I have the legal team of a multi-billion dollar firm backing me. You have nothing but debt. The house is mine. The assets are frozen. And as for the wedding..."
She looked at Chloe. "The wedding is over. You’re trespassing."
