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The white rose petals scattered under my heels felt like crushed glass, yet my pace remained steady. Nathan stood at the altar, looking every bit the devoted fiancé in his tailored charcoal suit, adjusting his cuffs with practiced nonchalance / Chapter 4 / 20

Chapter 4 - The Legal DisembowelmentReverend Thomas slowly closed his Bible, shook his head in absolute disgust, and walked off the stage.

The heavy oak doors at the back of the cathedral swung open with a loud bang. Three men in sharp navy suits marched down the center aisle, flashing federal and state investigator badges. The lead investigator, a tall woman with a clipboard, walked straight up to the altar.

"Nathaniel Miller?" she asked crisply.

Nathan turned pale as chalk. "I... I want my lawyer."

"You can call him from the back of the cruiser," the investigator replied, snapping steel cuffs onto Nathan’s wrists with a sharp, metallic click. "You are being detained for questioning regarding corporate espionage, wire fraud, and falsification of prenuptial financial disclosures."

Linda screamed a blood-curdling shriek, thrashing against the security guards. "Fraud?! He didn't do anything! This is a setup! Sharon, you bitch, you planned this!"

"I certainly did, Linda," I replied, turning to face her with immaculate poise. "Did you really think a man with three failed businesses and a mountain of secret gambling debts could suddenly afford a custom-tailored designer wardrobe and luxury watches on a mid-level consultancy salary?"

Linda froze, her mouth agape.

"Oh, you didn't know?" I tilted my head, raising my voice so the entire church could savor the revelation. "Nathan wasn't just planning to steal my savings. He was using my corporate tax ID to siphon funds to pay off his mother’s offshore gambling debts. My forensic accountant flagged the unauthorized API calls three weeks ago. We just waited until the wedding day to pull the trigger, ensuring every single piece of evidence was locked into a federal jurisdiction."

Nathan slumped forward, the cuffs cutting into his wrists, completely crushed under the weight of his own hubris. He had walked into this church expecting to inherit a multi-million-dollar estate and a ready-made family to exploit. Instead, he was walking out into federal custody, facing up to fifteen years for white-collar crimes.

"Take them out," I ordered the officers.

As Nathan was dragged down the aisle past rows of staring, whispering guests—many of whom were business associates who had just realized Nathan had likely tried to scam them, too—he caught my eye one last time.

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"Have a terrible life, Nathan," I whispered.

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Chapter 5 - The Reception of Truth"Ladies and gentlemen," I announced into the wireless altar microphone, stepping forward as the heavy oak doors shut behind Nathan and Linda. "The ceremony portion of the afternoon has concluded. However, the catering is fully paid for, the open bar is fully stocked, and the live band is ready to play."
Chapter 6 - The Aftermath and the AuditThree weeks flew by in a whirlwind of legal depositions, asset recovery, and corporate restructuring.
Chapter 7 - The Ghost from Nathan's PastI unlocked the heavy wooden door and pulled it open just enough to eye the stranger through the security chain.
Chapter 8 - The Syndicate's ShadowI ushered Clara and her little boy into the kitchen, pouring steaming mugs of tea while my mind raced at a hundred miles an hour. Ben and the girls were asleep upstairs, completely unaware that a new storm had broken over our doorstep.
Chapter 9 - The Siege at Midnight"Stay down," I whispered instantly, my survival instincts kicking in with cold precision.
Chapter 10 - The Ultimate CheckmateThe first intruder crept up the stairs, his tactical flashlight cutting jagged beams through the darkness of the second-floor landing. He reached the top step, pivoting his weapon toward the master bedroom.

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