Julian: How dare you hide her... You're finished!
Julian stepped forward, reached into the wardrobe, and grabbed the bound woman by her hair, yanking her out onto the hardwood floor.
The bound woman let out a muffled, agonizing groan through the thick duct tape plastered across her mouth.
Elena: Julian, stop! Don't pull her like that! She is already bleeding!
Julian: Shut your mouth, Elena! Why is Clara inside our private fitting room?!
Elena: She followed me from the downtown bank this morning! She had the estate trust folders!
Julian ripped the tape off the woman's mouth with a violent jerk.
Clara gasped for air, coughing weakly as blood dripped from her split lip onto the cream carpet.
Clara: You... you won't get away with this, Julian.
Julian: You were supposed to be on a private jet to Zurich three hours ago, Clara!
Clara: I canceled the flight the moment my private investigators pulled the corporate bank statements.
Julian: What bank statements? What did you pull from my accounts?!
Clara: The forty million dollars you siphoned from my father's maritime trust fund yesterday afternoon.
Elena scrambled up from the floor, her wedding gown wrinkled and stained with gray dust.
Elena: Julian, she knows everything! She knows about the forged power of attorney!
Julian: I told you to hire two drivers to keep her locked in the penthouse until the ceremony ended!
Elena: She paid off the drivers with cash from her personal safety deposit box!
Lily stood frozen against the mirror wall, sobbing hysterically into the folds of her purple dress.
Lily: Aunt Clara! Wake up, Aunt Clara!
Julian: Take the girl into the back office, Elena, before I lose my temper with both of you!
Elena: Lily, come here to Mommy! Don't look at the floor!
Clara: Don't touch that child with your filthy hands, Elena!
Elena: Lily is my daughter! I raised her while you spent five years traveling across Europe!
Clara: Lily is my biological daughter, Elena! And you stole her birth certificate the day my plane went down!
Julian stopped in his tracks, his head snapping toward the crying bride in pure shock.
Julian: What did she just say? Whose child is that, Elena?
Elena: Julian, she is lying to you! She is delirious from the blow to her head!
Clara: Look at the girl's right wrist, Julian! Look at the birthmark shaped like a crescent moon!
Julian stepped toward Lily, grabbing the girl's small arm and pulling back the purple sleeve.
Under the showroom lights, a pale brown crescent mark showed clearly against Lily's skin.
Julian: Elena... you told me Lily was your child from your first marriage.
Elena: Julian, listen to me! It doesn't change anything! We still hold sixty percent of the voting shares!
Clara: You hold nothing, Elena. The real family will was unsealed thirty minutes ago.
Julian’s hands began to shake as he dropped Lily’s wrist and turned slowly back toward the bleeding woman on the floor.
Julian: What will? Arthur Vance's will was ratified by the probate judge two weeks ago!
Clara: That was the draft will your corrupt lawyer forged, Julian.
A sudden, sharp series of knocks rattled the glass front doors of the bridal shop.
Through the sheer white curtains, dark silhouettes stood in formation under the morning sun.
Julian: Who the hell is knocking on the front glass?! The boutique is reserved for private fittings!
Clara: That would be the state prosecutor and the federal task force, Julian.