Chapter 2: The Secret Captured in the Dark
The wealthy groom looked at the footage, confused. Then completely horrified.
The video on Clara's phone was grainy but undeniably clear. It had been taken just twenty minutes earlier in the private bridal suite. The camera captured Victoria, still in her breathtaking lace wedding gown, whispering furiously on her burner phone.
"The digital currency transfer is complete," Victoria’s voice murmured from the phone speaker, loud enough for Ethan to hear. "The untraceable sedative is in his glass. By tomorrow morning, Ethan will suffer a 'sudden heart attack,' and the entire Vance estate will belong to me and the syndicate. Just make sure the offshore accounts are ready."
The surrounding guests gasped as the audio clipped through the ballroom's high-tech sound system, which Clara had cleverly synced to her device via Bluetooth. The pristine illusion of their marriage was shattering exactly like the glass on the floor.
Ethan’s breath hitched. He looked from the phone screen to the woman he had just sworn to love forever. Victoria’s face had drained of all color. The sweet, angelic woman he thought he knew was gone, replaced by a cold-blooded assassin who wanted him dead for his bank account.
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"Ethan, honey, it’s a deepfake! It's an AI-generated lie!" Victoria cried out, her voice cracking as she reached for his arm. "She’s a disgruntled worker trying to extort us! You know I love you!"
Ethan stepped back, his eyes dark with absolute betrayal. "The video shows you dropping a white powder into my specific monogrammed glass, Victoria. The exact glass this 'clumsy' maid just saved me from drinking."
