Marcus: This whole thing is a setup! Arthur, she paid you off! How much did she promise you from my inheritance?
Arthur Vance: Lower your voice, Marcus. I served your grandfather for thirty years. He built an honorable empire, and he specifically wrote into the foundation charter that if Julian ever produced an heir, that heir would inherit seventy percent of the total assets upon turning twenty-one, managed by his legal guardian in the interim.
Marcus: Leo is seven years old! That means she gets complete control of the money right now! Can’t you see she’s just using the kid to get rich?
Helena: If I cared about the money, Marcus, I wouldn't have worked sixteen-hour shifts at a cleaning service for the past six years just to pay for Leo’s heart surgeries.
Guest 1: Heart surgeries? Poor little boy...
Guest 2: Marcus had millions while his nephew was suffering? How disgusting!
Marcus: I didn't know he was sick! I didn't even know he existed!
Helena: You knew, Marcus. I sent three registered letters to your penthouse in New York asking for help when Leo needed his second valve replacement. You sent back a cease-and-desist letter signed by your private lawyers threatening to lock me up if I ever contacted the family again.
Marcus: I... I thought it was a scam! I get dozens of fake extortion letters every month!
Helena: You had your private investigator track us to three different cities, forcing us to move every time we tried to settle down. You wanted us broke, exhausted, and silent so we could never contest your claim to the estate.
Marcus: Prove it! Prove I hired anyone to follow you!
Arthur Vance: We already have the bank transfers, Marcus. Your personal account shows monthly payments of twelve thousand dollars to a private intelligence agency operating out of Miami. The line item explicitly states 'Surveillance on Helena Vance-Montgomery.'
Marcus: That... that was for family security! I was protecting the brand!
Helena: You were protecting your mortgage on your penthouse, your luxury yacht in Miami, and the life insurance policy you fraudulently cashed out after Julian’s death!
Marcus: Shut up! Just shut up!
The bride, dressed in an elaborate lace gown, stepped forward from the side chapel where she had been waiting. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with disgust as she pulled off her diamond-encrusted wedding veil.
Bride: Is all of this true, Marcus? Did you steal from a grieving widow and a sick child?
Marcus: Tiffany, sweetheart, don't listen to them! They are trying to ruin our big day! We can still get married right now and sort this out in court tomorrow!
Bride: There isn't going to be a wedding, Marcus. My father warned me about your financial shady deals, but I didn't want to believe him. You're a monster.
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