The tear-stained screen of her smartphone glinted in the bright sunlight.
Clara pressed the call button for her father's direct mobile line.
Clara: Dad, please answer me right now!
The call went straight to voicemail after ringing four long times.
Evelyn grabbed Clara's arm firmly from behind with a angry grip.
Evelyn: Put that phone away and stop acting like a dramatic child!
Clara: Get your hands off me right now!
Mark stayed completely frozen in place like a stone statue.
He refused to take a single step forward to protect his bride.
Mark: Just sign the updated prenuptial agreement, Clara.
Clara: What updated agreement are you talking about?
Harold stepped closer and held out a thick stack of legal papers.
Harold: You sign away rights to our estate, or no wedding happens.
Clara: You set this whole trap up right before the ceremony!
Evelyn: Your family has no real money compared to our fortune.
Clara felt a cold chill run straight down her curved spine.
They thought she was a poor girl desperate for their family wealth.
They did not know the full truth about her own quiet father.
Heavy footsteps suddenly echoed across the paved garden walking path.
A engine roared loudly from a black limousine near the front entrance.
The heavy car door slammed shut with a thunderous echo.
A tall man in a black tuxedo strode rapidly through the iron gates.
His face was red with absolute fury as he scanned the lawn.