Instead of wedding photos, the screen displayed massive, high-definition scans of forged land titles, illegal offshore bank transfers, and federal wiretap transcripts bearing Doña Teresa’s signature—detailing the exact method she had used to steal fifty million dollars from my late father’s estate and bribe local officials ten years ago.
Teresa’s face turned as pale as a sheet. Her champagne glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble floor with a loud CRASH!
“This… this is a lie! It’s a forgery!” Teresa shrieked, her voice cracking into a high-pitched panic as she backed away from the stage. “Security! Remove them!”
“The security team has been relieved of duty, Doña Teresa,” a booming voice called out from the back entrance.
Stepping through the glass doors were Detective Thomas Vance and six armed federal marshals, carrying a federal arrest warrant and asset-seizure orders.
“Teresa Sterling,” Detective Vance announced loudly, “you are under arrest for grand embezzlement, corporate fraud, securities manipulation, and obstruction of justice.”
