Bride: Get those children out of here right now! Security, drag these brats out of my sight before I lose my temper!
Groom: Don't you dare touch them, Victoria! Nobody is touching my daughters!
Bride: Look at your tux! Look at our guests! They are laughing at us because of these filthy little peasants!
Maya: Daddy, make her stop! She's scary!
Groom: You called my children peasants? In my own home, on my own estate?
Bride: You signed a prenuptial agreement, Arthur! Half of this estate belongs to me legally, and I will not let these brats ruin my big day!
The mask of high-society elegance completely melted away from Victoria's face, revealing a bitter, ruthless woman consumed by greed. She lunged forward aggressively past the wedding altar, her white lace dress tangling in the floral decorations as she aimed her hand directly at Maya. A loud slap sound echoed sharply through the grand banquet hall, followed by a collective sharp gasp from every guest in attendance. Maya stumbled sideways against the American flag banner, crying out in sudden pain as a red handprint bloomed across her cheek. The baby in the beige dress began wailing at the top of her lungs, terrified by the sudden violence.
Groom: You struck my child? You hit my little girl right in front of me?!
Bride: She deserved it for ruining everything! You chose them over me after all the luxury I brought into your boring life!
Groom: Luxury? I built this entire corporate empire before you even knew my name!
Bride: And now it's mine too! Your lawyers cannot strip me of my legal rights as your wife!
Groom: Wife? You haven't even said 'I do' yet, Victoria—and you never will.
Arthur marched forward in absolute fury, his heavy footsteps pounding against the hardwood floor while a deep tension rumble filled the room. The guests scrambled backward, clearing a wide path as the enraged groom closed the distance between himself and the bride. Victoria's eyes widened in sudden terror as she realized her ruthless ambition had pushed the billionaire businessman past his absolute breaking point. She raised her hands defensively, but there was nowhere left to run inside the crowded banquet hall. The wedding photographer lowered his camera, capturing the raw, unfiltered confrontation that would soon make headlines across every major news outlet in the city.
Bride: Arthur, stop! Think about our social status! Think of the investors watching us right now!
Groom: To hell with the investors and to hell with our social status!