Downstairs in the private study, Mark stood near an old dark mahogany wooden desk.
His older stepmother Victoria was standing right beside him with a sharp mean glare.
She held a thick white legal paper tightly inside her gloved right hand today.
Victoria: You must sign this trust fund agreement right now, Mark.
Mark: Sarah will never forgive me if she finds out about this plot!
Victoria: She will never know if you just keep your mouth completely shut!
Mark rubbed his forehead nervously while staring at the cold black pen ink lines.
The document stated that all of Sarah's future family inheritance would go to Mark.
Victoria had set up this entire marriage arrangement behind David's powerful rich back.
She had used heavy financial debts to force Mark into following her greedy plan.
Mark: I actually love Sarah and our unborn baby girl very much, Victoria.
Victoria: Love will not pay off your family's massive bank debt, boy!
Mark felt trapped in a tight dark cage with absolutely no easy way out.
He took the heavy black pen and slowly lowered it to the white paper.
Just then, a knock sounded loudly on the study's heavy dark oak door.
Victoria quickly hid the thick legal contract inside her shiny black leather purse.
Victoria: Come in right now, whoever is standing out there in hallway!
A wedding planner stepped inside with a very bright professional corporate business smile.
Planner: The guests are seated and the music is ready to play outside!
Mark nodded his head silently while his heart pounded heavily inside his chest.
He walked out toward the main garden while feeling dirty inside his soul today.
The sun was shining brightly over the rows of neat clean white garden chairs.
Over two hundred wealthy Dallas society guests were smiling and chatting very happily.
In the front row sat Victoria looking like a rich proud queen of high society.
Mark stepped up to the flowered altar where the minister was already waiting quietly.
His hands were cold and dripping with cold nervous sweat under his suit sleeves.
He looked up toward the grand balcony where Sarah was now stepping out slowly.
She looked breathtakingly beautiful in her glowing white dress under the sunny blue sky.
Yet her soft brown eyes were fixed straight on him with deep rising suspicion.
She walked down the long red carpeted path with slow cautious steps today.
Every step felt like an eternity to the terrified young groom at the altar.
He wanted to scream out the entire truth to everyone sitting on lawn.
He wanted to protect his precious pregnant wife from his evil stepmother's greedy trap.
But the dark threat of financial ruin hung heavily over his soft young shoulders.
Sarah finally reached the altar and stood directly across from him with cold eyes.
Sarah: You are hiding something big from me, Mark, I can feel it.
Mark: Please just trust me through this official ceremony, my beautiful love.
The minister opened his holy leather book and cleared his dry throat loudly.
The bright sunny day was about to turn into a complete chaotic stormy nightmare.