“Fifteen minutes before my wedding, I found my parents hidden behind a marble pillar on two plastic chairs while my fiancé’s wealthy family claimed the entire front row. My mother squeezed my hand and whispered, “Please don’t let this ruin your day.” I smiled, walked calmly to the stage, picked up the microphone, and prepared to reveal a truth nobody in that ballroom saw coming…

After the wedding, we’ll encourage her to sign the transfer documents. She trusts Ethan completely.

The room became silent once more.

Victoria gripped the edge of a nearby table. Ethan stared at the screen as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Where did you get those?” he demanded.

I smiled slightly.

“That’s your concern right now?”

His voice dropped lower.

“Answer me.”

“From the attorney you tried to convince to cooperate.”

For the first time all day, genuine fear appeared in his eyes.

He immediately knew which attorney I meant.

“My attorney,” I added. “The same one who reviewed every agreement before I signed anything.”

Several guests exchanged surprised glances. Apparently, Ethan had assumed I never paid attention to legal documents. That assumption was about to become very expensive.

Victoria finally found her voice again.

“Claire, you’re exaggerating.”

“Am I?”

I touched the screen once more.

This time, a video appeared.

The footage showed Ethan sitting in a private lounge with Victoria and a corporate attorney. Drinks sat on the table. All three looked relaxed, comfortable, and completely unaware they were being recorded.

Then Victoria spoke.

“Once the marriage is official, we’ll have access to the voting rights.”

The attorney nodded.