Before security could reach the AV booth at the back of the chapel, the four massive projector screens on the walls hummed to life. High-definition sound erupted from the speaker system, echoing into every corner of the vast ballroom.
Audio (Mark’s Voice): "It doesn't matter, Arthur! The scene was ugly enough... I don't care about her father's small-time money anymore!"
Audio (Victoria’s Voice): "He transferred three million dollars into the joint escrow account yesterday! You go back in there, you kiss her boots, and you get her down that aisle!"
Gasps filled the room like a sudden gust of wind. Guests stood up from their chairs, pointing at the screens. Mark’s face drained of all color, turning a sickly, ghostly white.
Thomas: You scoundrel! You absolute fraud!
Thomas Miller stepped into the center aisle, his voice roaring with the fury of a father whose child had been abused. He grabbed Mark by his suit lapels, shaking him violently.
Mark: Thomas, wait! That tape is fabricated! It’s AI! She edited it!
Sarah: Is this bruise on my arm AI as well, Mark? Did I edit the four-carat diamond ring you ripped off my hand twenty minutes ago because I tried to clean gum out of your daughter's hair?
Victoria: This is a private matter! Everyone leave! The wedding is cancelled, clear the room!
Sarah: No one is leaving until the police arrive. I filed a formal domestic assault report five minutes before I walked down this aisle.
Right on cue, the glass doors of the venue foyer swung open. Four uniformed police officers from the local department marched into the chapel, led by a senior detective holding an arrest warrant.
Police Officer: Mark Vance? We have a report of physical assault and illegal extortion involving escrow funds.
Mark: You can't arrest me! Do you know who my lawyers are?! Arthur, tell them!
Arthur: Mark, keep quiet! Don't say another word!
Police Officer: Hands behind your back, sir. Now.
The entire high-society crowd watched in utter silence as the grand groom of the Vance family was forced down onto his knees, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back right in front of the floral altar. Victoria collapsed back into her chair, clutching her chest as her precious family reputation vanished in seconds.
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