Julian pulled a small black remote control from his suit pocket and clicked the center button. Instantly, the massive projection screen mounted behind the altar flickered to life, illuminating the bright chapel with vivid color.
High-definition surveillance footage appeared on the thirty-foot screen. The video clearly showed Richard standing inside the upper dressing room, holding Sarah by the waist and kissing her passionately while holding a glass of champagne.
Guest 1: Oh my God! Is that Richard?!
Guest 2: Look at the screen! That's the bride and his father!
Sarah: Turn it off! Turn it off right now!
Sarah shrieked in horror, dropping her orchid bouquet onto the marble floor as she lunged toward Julian to snatch the remote from his hands. But Julian casually stepped back, his face completely unbothered as the video transitioned to a series of scanned bank documents.
Julian: The video is just the appetizer, Sarah. Let's discuss the main course—the four million dollars you and my father attempted to wire to an offshore account in Nassau forty-five minutes ago.
Richard sprang up from his pew, his face flushing dark red as he charged toward the altar steps.
Richard: You arrogant little bastard! I built this company! You have no right to display internal financial documents to the public!
Julian: You didn't build Sterling & Vance Logistics, Dad. Arthur Sterling built it before you framed him and stole his life's work. Isn't that right, Sarah?
Sarah froze on the altar, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes darted frantically around the room. Every guest was holding up a smartphone, filming her disgraced face as the slideshow displayed her birth certificate and legal name: *Sarah Elizabeth Sterling*.
Sarah: How... how did you find out who I was?
Julian: You made one critical mistake, Sarah. You used your father's old offshore routing number to receive the stock transfer from Richard. The moment that transfer was initiated, my security team flagged the account.
Richard: Sarah? What is he talking about?! Who is Arthur Sterling to you?!
Sarah: He's my father, you greedy pig! You destroyed my family fifteen years ago! You put my dad in prison and left us with nothing!
Richard: You... you used me?!
Sarah: Of course I used you! Did you really think a young woman could actually love a pathetic, selfish old man like you?! I was taking every cent of your estate to pay back my father's legal debts!
The chapel erupted into absolute chaos as guests shouted and argued across the rows. Richard stood paralyzed on the aisle steps, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as his entire world crumbled in front of his board of directors.
Julian: It looks like neither of you got what you wanted today.
Officiant: Attention everyone! This ceremony is officially concluded under authority of the Federal District Court!
The tall officiant threw back his black robes, revealing a gold federal marshal badge pinned to his grey suit jacket. Three men in dark suits stood up from the front row, pulling badges and hand restraints from their coats.
Federal Marshal: Richard Vance! Sarah Sterling! Stay where you are! You are both under arrest for conspiracy, corporate wire fraud, and grand larceny!