Margarethe: "Vance Global?! That's... that's the largest investment conglomerate in the state!"
Brandon: "Vivian... Marcus Vance is your father?!"
Vivian: "I told you three minutes ago, Brandon. You had no idea who my father was."[cite: 1]
Chloe: "No... no, this can't be happening! This is my wedding day!"[cite: 1]
Vivian: "Your wedding day was paid for with my father's credit line, Chloe. Did you really think your family could afford a five-hundred-thousand-dollar reception on a bankrupt bank account?"
Brandon: "Vivian, baby, please! Why didn't you tell me you were Marcus Vance's daughter?!"
Vivian: "Because I wanted to see if you loved me for me, Brandon! When I married you at the courthouse last year, I gave up my trust fund allowance to live in a small townhouse with you! I wanted us to build a life together!"
Brandon: "We can still build a life! I love you, Vivian! You know I do!"
Vivian: "You stood there and watched your mother rip my gown!"[cite: 1]
Margarethe: "Vivian, darling, it was all a misunderstanding! I thought... I thought my ring was missing!"[cite: 1]
Vivian: "Your ring isn't missing, Margarethe. Check Chloe's pocket."
Chloe gasped, instinctively slapping her hand over the side pocket of her white lace bridal gown[cite: 1].
Brandon: "Chloe... what is she talking about?"
Vivian: "I saw Chloe take the ring off the vanity twenty minutes ago while Margarethe was in the restroom. They wanted to frame me so Brandon could force me into signing a unfair postnuptial agreement giving up all rights to our child!"
Brandon: "Chloe! Is that true?!"
Chloe: "Mom told me to do it! She said if we framed Vivian, we could kick her out and keep the baby without paying her a single dime of child support!"
Margarethe: "Shut up, you idiot daughter!"[cite: 1]
Vivian: "You wanted my baby, Margarethe? You wanted to take my unborn child away from me and throw me on the street like trash?"
Margarethe: "Vivian, please! I was just trying to protect my family's legacy!"
Vivian: "Your family has no legacy left."
A loud hydraulic hiss filled the room as the grand double doors unlocked and swung wide open[cite: 1]. A dozen tall men in dark suits marched into the marble ballroom, led by a commanding older man with silver hair and sharp grey eyes[cite: 1]. Marcus Vance walked straight past the trembling guests, his expensive leather shoes clicking heavily on the floor[cite: 1].
Marcus: "Vivian... my sweet girl."
Vivian: "Dad!"[cite: 1]
Vivian stepped forward, and her father instantly wrapped his arms around her, shielding her torn light blue dress with his dark wool coat[cite: 1]. His eyes turned like ice as he looked over her shoulder at Brandon and Margarethe[cite: 1].
Marcus: "Which one of you touched my daughter?"