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HE INVITED HIS "POOR" EX TO HIS $10M WEDDING TO HUMILIATE HER. BUT WHEN SHE STEPPED OUT OF A ROLLS-ROYCE WITH HIS CLONES, THE BILLIONAIRE OWNER OF THE VENUE KNEELED TO HER! 😱🔥 / Chapter 4 / 6

Chapter 4 - The Heiress's Venom

The Desperate Counterattack"You pathetic, useless parasite!" Isabella shrieked, kicking Diego in the chest as he lay handcuffed on the stone floor. Her gorgeous wedding dress was now torn, her face twisted with malice. She glared at Elena, her eyes bloodshot. "You think you've won, Elena? You think you can just come into my world and take everything?"

Isabella pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her bodice. It was a legal document bearing a foreign corporate seal.

"You might own the Valenzuela Group's debt, you arrogant bitch, but you don't own the Patrimonial Trust of the Caymans!" Isabella laughed hysterically, her voice echoing off the hacienda walls. "My father transferred all of our primary real estate titles to an offshore trust three days ago. If you liquidate our company, the trust triggers a clause that automatically transfers ownership of all these lands—including this very hacienda—to a shell corporation registered in Panama. You won't get a single cent!"

Diego looked up from the ground, a sudden surge of pathetic hope in his eyes. "Yes! Yes, Elena! We secured the assets! You can't touch us! You'll ruin yourself trying to sue us in international courts!"

The guests held their breath. Was the high-society heiress going to escape the trap? Was Elena's massive revenge plot about to be thwarted by a legal loophole?

Elena didn't look flustered at all. She simply reached into her Chanel clutch and pulled out a sleek, glowing tablet. She tapped the screen a few times and handed it to the lead federal auditor.

"Isabella," Elena said with deep pity in her voice. "Did you really think I didn't foresee your father's amateur attempt at offshore asset hiding? Who do you think set up the digital infrastructure for the Patrimonial Trust of the Caymans?"

Elena turned to Alejandro, who smiled grimly.

"Vanguard Global Initiatives acquired the financial tech firm that manages 90% of the Cayman offshore servers last year," Elena explained, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "Every transaction your father made three days ago didn't go to Panama. It was routed through an automated forensic accounting trap. The moment your father signed those papers, he didn't hide the wealth—he provided the federal government with irrefutable digital evidence of capital flight and treason against the national economy."

The lead auditor looked up from the tablet, his face grim. "Mr. Valenzuela, Miss Valenzuela, you are both also under arrest for grand larceny and treasonous financial fraud."

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

Isabella’s jaw dropped. The crumpled paper fell from her trembling hands. The grand "Wedding of the Century" had transformed into a mass arrest of the elite.

Chapter 4 Hook: Just as the police begin to lead Isabella and her father away in handcuffs alongside Diego, Diego breaks free from an agent's grip and lunges toward the twins, a manic, dangerous look in his eyes.

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