Elena lifted her phone up to her ear with trembling fingers.
She dialed her father's direct number as tears fell faster down.
Elena: Daddy, please answer me right now!
The phone rang repeatedly without anyone answering on the line.
Across the private yard, an older man sat alone in black.
Robert Vance, the family patriarch, was sitting quietly near the back.
He held a thick legal document tight inside his leather folder.
He had forced Sarah to sign the transfer papers last week.
He knew Mark's hard work would cover the company's bad debts.
Robert stood up slowly from his seat under the grand trees.
He smoothed his black suit jacket and buttoned the front buttons.
His face was hard and stern like solid gray stone.
He strode down the center aisle toward the open stage area.
His heavy dress shoes clicked loudly against the clean wood flooring.
Mark turned around and faced the wealthy older man directly now.
He refused to back down from the person who ruined him.
Mark: You stole my entire life savings, Mr. Vance.
Robert: You were marrying into this family to serve us.
Elena cried out loudly as she tried to stop her father.
Elena: Stop this cruelty right now, Dad, please stop!
Robert ignored his pregnant daughter completely and kept walking forward.
He focused his dark rage directly onto Mark's pale face.
The crowd gasped as the old billionaire approached the groom.
The air felt heavy with brewing storm anger across the venue.