Chloe: Dad! Oh God, Dad, please come to the main garden right now!
Arthur: Chloe? Sweetheart, what's wrong?! I just pulled into the estate driveway! Why are you crying?!
Chloe: They ripped my dress, Dad! Victoria tore my dress right off me in front of all the guests!
Arthur: What did you just say to me?! Who put their hands on you?!
Chloe: Victoria! And Mark just stood here watching! He helped her humiliate me!
Arthur: I'm walking through the main gates right now. Don't you dare move an inch, Chloe. I'm coming.
The call disconnected with a sharp beep. Chloe lowered her phone, her chest heaving as she held the torn pieces of silk together over her bump[cite: 1]. Victoria took a step forward, her navy blue dress rustling against the grass as she let out a loud, mocking laugh[cite: 1].
Victoria: Oh, look at that! The little orphan bride is calling her daddy! What's he going to do, Chloe? Work a double shift to pay for your ruined gown?
Mark: Victoria, that's enough! Her father is a simple mechanic, okay? Don't make this any worse than it already is!
Chloe: A mechanic?! Is that what you told your family about my father, Mark?!
Mark: Chloe, look at you! You're making a scene in front of the entire Dallas high society! Just go inside and change!
Chloe: You lied about my family because you were embarrassed of me! You told them my dad was nobody so they could walk all over me!
Mark: I didn't lie! You told me he worked with cars!
Chloe: He OWNS the entire automotive logistics conglomerate that supplies your father's shipping company!
Victoria: Ha! Listen to her delusions! She's so desperate to belong to wealth that she's making up fairy tales on the altar!
Mark: Chloe, stop lying! My father built this venue! My father controls the Sterling trust fund!
Chloe: Your father doesn't own a single blade of grass on this estate, Mark. My father bought this venue three years ago!
Victoria's smug smile faltered for a fraction of a second, her eyes darting over to Mark, whose face had gone completely pale.
Victoria: Don't play mind games with me, girl! I know every billionaire in Dallas, and your last name isn't on any board of directors!
Chloe: That's because my father uses his mother's maiden name for his private trust, Victoria. But you're about to meet him face-to-face.
A heavy set of footsteps thundered across the stone pathway leading into the wedding courtyard. The heavy iron gates slammed open, ringing out across the silent crowd. A towering man in a tailor-made charcoal suit strode directly down the aisle, flanked by four armed personal security guards. His silver hair was neatly slicked back, and his eyes burned with lethal rage as he locked sight on the bride crying on the stage.
Arthur: Get your filthy hands off my daughter!