Victoria: Don't listen to him, Elena! He's a con artist trying to steal your late father's remaining assets!
Julian: Shut your mouth, Victoria! The paper in front of you is a certified DNA match performed by the state crime lab last week.
Victoria: DNA match? You can't prove anything!
Julian: I proved everything the moment I stepped onto this boat. Why do you think your bank accounts were frozen three hours ago?
Victoria's hands began to shake uncontrollably, her champagne glass rattling against her manicured fingernails.
Victoria: My... my accounts are frozen?
Julian: The Sterling estate trust fund has been locked under a court order signed by the Chief District Judge. You don't own this yacht, Victoria. You don't own your mansion on the hill. You don't even own the dress on your back.
Guest 1: Is this true? Did Victoria steal the Sterling fortune?
Guest 2: Look at the watch... that's the Sterling crest! Everyone in high society knows that mark!
Victoria: Get off my boat! All of you! Get off right now!
Julian: This isn't your boat, Victoria. It was registered under our father's company name in 2004. You just changed the paint and called it yours.
Elena stood beside Julian, her voice steadying as the shock began to wear off, replaced by years of built-up pain and anger.
Elena: You made me sleep in the damp basement, Victoria. You made me wear rags while your daughters wore designer gowns. You hit me every time I asked about my parents.
Victoria: You were a brat! An ungrateful leech who lived off my charity!
Julian: Charity? You used her trust fund to buy your legal immunity, your luxury cars, and your seat on the city council!
Elena: Why did you do it, Victoria? My mother called you her best friend before she died!
Victoria: Your mother was weak! She didn't deserve that fortune! Your father built an empire, and he was going to leave it all to a little girl who knew nothing about business!
Julian: So you forged the will. You paid off the family lawyer, set fire to the secondary records office, and took custody of a seven-year-old child so you could hide her away from the world.
Victoria: Nobody was ever supposed to find out! You were supposed to be dead, Julian!
Julian: I survived the fire, Victoria. I was rescued by our father's business partner in London. I grew up learning how the financial world works, just so I could come back and tear your life apart piece by piece.
The sound of heavy police sirens began to echo over the harbor, their red and blue lights flashing against the dark water as three patrol boats sped toward the luxury yacht.
Victoria: What is that? Who called the harbor police?
Julian: I did. An hour before I boarded this ship. They have full search warrants for your estate, your private office, and your safe deposit boxes.