Chapter 3 - THE VOICE ON THE OTHER END
"Is it done?" a deep, gravelly voice echoed from the smartphone speaker, audible enough for the front row to hear.
The Bride stopped in her tracks, her heavy makeup suddenly looking like war paint in the harsh chandelier light.
"It’s not done, and I need the files sent to the federal prosecutor immediately," Elena said, her voice dripping with authority.
The Groom went pale, his skin turning the color of ash as he recognized the voice on the other end.
It was his father’s business rival, the one man who held every single document related to their family’s bankruptcy.
"Who are you talking to?" the Groom hissed, lunging forward, but the Mother-in-law held him back with a sharp look.
"Stay out of this, David," the Older Woman whispered, her eyes wide with a sudden, dawning realization of the danger.
Elena smirked, a small, dangerous curve of her lips that signaled the end of their comfortable, opulent little life.
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"I’m talking to the end of your legacy," Elena said, letting the phone drop slightly to her side.
The ballroom was silent, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the frantic breathing of the betrayed.
