Chapter 4: The House of Cards Collapses
Genevieve stepped forward, the red-stained blouse contrasting sharply with the cold, aristocratic dignity in her posture. She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a sleek, government-sealed leather folder, handing it directly to the head security guard.
"Thank you, Captain Miller," Genevieve said, her voice clear and piercing.
She turned her eyes to the paralyzed groom and the trembling, ruined bride. "You thought you could forge a death certificate, lock me away in a rural boarding school under an assumed name, and use my biometric identity to plunder the family trust, Chloe?"
Chloe let out a choked, desperate sob, shaking her head violently. "It’s a lie! She’s an impostor! She’s a crazed fan trying to ruin our wedding!"
"Is that why your offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands are currently being frozen by the federal prosecutor?" a new voice called out from the grand entrance of the ballroom.
The heavy oak doors swung wide open. A phalanx of federal agents in dark suits and state investigators marched into the room, their expressions grim and purposeful. Leading them was a senior district attorney holding a stack of federal arrest warrants.
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Marcus stepped back from Chloe as if she were carrying a plague. "You lied to me," he whispered, the realization of what she had used him for finally sinking in. "You used my family’s influence to shield your financial crimes."
"Mr. Sterling," the lead federal agent said, nodding respectfully to Marcus before turning his sharp gaze to the bride. "Chloe Vance—or whatever legal alias you used to file the fraudulent probate documents—you are under arrest for grand larceny, identity theft, corporate fraud, and the attempted assassination of Genevieve Sinclair."
