The ambient light of the grand hallway highlighted the wreckage of a broken marriage and a shattered family trust. Victoria groaned in pain as she shifted on the marble floor, her red satin dress stained with dust.
Victoria: You cannot just throw me out like trash! I am your wife!
Richard: You forfeited any right to that title the second you raised your hands against my child!
Elena: She planned it all week, sir. She asked me yesterday if the upper railings were loose.
Victoria: Shut up, you miserable peasant! This is none of your business!
Richard: Do not you ever speak to Elena that way again! She saved my daughter's life while you tried to steal it!
Victoria: You think you are so righteous, Richard! Your business is falling apart anyway!
Richard: My business is thriving, and every penny of my estate is now locked tight in a secure family trust!
Victoria's eyes widened in sheer horror as she realized her greed had completely blinded her to her own destruction.
Victoria: No... you cannot cut me out of the will!
Richard: Watch me. The prenuptial agreement handles attempted homicide clause-by-clause.
Elena: The police cars are pulling up the driveway now, sir.
Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder as flashing red and blue lights cut through the afternoon windows of the mansion.
Victoria: You are making a huge mistake, Richard! You will pay for this!
Richard: The only one paying is you, Victoria.