Mark grabbed the microphone from the minister's trembling hands.
Mark: Stop the car at the end of the driveway immediately!
The security team moved quickly toward the idling black luxury sedan.
Victoria tried to run down the wooden altar steps in her heavy wedding gown.
Mark's brother stepped into the center aisle, blocking her path completely.
Brother: You are not going anywhere until the police get here, Victoria.
The driver of the black sedan backed up fast, hitting a wooden fence post.
Two venue guards pulled the driver's side door open and dragged a man out.
Julian stood up, fixing his expensive designer suit under the bright sun.
He walked toward the wedding arch with a smug smile on his face.
Julian: Well, it looks like the happy day is ruined, Mark.
Mark: How long have you two been setting this whole thing up?
Julian: Long enough to almost transfer your mother's entire estate into our account.
Victoria walked over to Julian, her face filled with worry and regret.
Victoria: You said this plan was completely foolproof, Julian!
Julian: Shut up, Victoria, and let the corporate lawyers handle this mess.
Mark pulled out his smartphone and dialed his corporate legal counsel.
Mark: Freeze every bank transaction linked to our central real estate fund immediately.
The crowd stared in complete shock as the truth finally unraveled before them.
Mark's mother walked up the altar steps with a calm, stoic look on her face.
She pulled a thick manila folder out from her large leather handbag.