Chapter 4 - THE DEBT OF LIES
"You have nothing!" the Bride screamed, though her voice lacked the confidence of a woman who felt secure.
"I have the offshore account numbers, the tax evasion records, and the evidence of the embezzlement you did last year," Elena listed.
The Groom’s knees buckled, and he sank onto the white velvet chairs, his midnight blue suit looking like a casket.
"She’s lying, she’s just trying to save her own skin because she’s a common thief," the Mother-in-law shouted at the guests.
But the guests weren't listening anymore, they were busy pulling out their own phones, recording the scene with hungry eyes.
The scandal was already viral, a live stream of the wedding that was currently trending across all social platforms.
"Do you want to continue this charade, or shall I start reading the balance sheets aloud?" Elena challenged the Bride.
The Bride’s face drained of blood, the emerald lace of her gown suddenly appearing garish and cheap in the light.
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She looked at the Older Woman, then at the Groom, realizing that the family she married into was a facade.
"Search her purse," the Older Woman demanded, but her voice was a thin, fragile reed in the sudden storm.
