Chapter 8 - THE GUARD'S LOYALTY
The two security guards, who had been paid by the family for years, were now looking at their smartphones.
They weren't looking at the wedding anymore; they were looking at the live feeds confirming the corporate collapse.
"Ma'am, we've received orders from the new board," one guard said, his voice clipped and devoid of all emotion.
"What orders?" the Mother-in-law asked, her voice trembling, her posture finally broken after decades of ruling this city.
"You are no longer authorized to be on the premises, effective immediately," the guard said, stepping toward the bride.
The Bride looked at the guard, then at the exits, realizing that the luxury world she inhabited had locked its doors.
"You can't do this! This is my wedding!" the Bride screamed, her voice hitting a hysterical, high-pitched register of panic.
"It was your wedding until you turned it into a crime scene," Elena said, turning toward the Groom one last time.
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David didn't look at her; he was staring at his hands, the hands of a man who had lost his empire.
Elena walked toward the main doors, the crowd parting like the Red Sea, a path cleared for the new queen.
