Chapter 8 - The Video Proof
The heavy, toxic delusion of the golden family was about to be violently, publicly executed.
"She is delusional from the pain!" Delphine screamed frantically, sprinting down the grand marble staircase in her sparkly champagne evening gown. "She's a liar! I was just taking a video for TikTok! She backed up into me!"
The lead police officer completely ignored the panicking bride. He pulled a heavy tactical tablet from his cruiser. Because Sloane’s security system was directly linked to the local dispatch, the officer already had full access to the cloud upload.
He tapped the screen. The video played at maximum volume.
The entire courtyard of wealthy, elite guests went dead silent as Delphine’s malicious, calculated whisper echoed from the tablet’s speakers.
"Let's get some views."
The high-definition footage clearly showed Delphine aggressively dropping her shoulder and intentionally, violently driving it into Sloane’s rigid medical back brace. It wasn't an accident. It was a brutal, premeditated assault.
The collective gasp from the wedding guests was absolutely deafening. Delphine’s wealthy fiancé, standing in the crowd, physically staggered backward, staring at his beautiful bride with pure, unfiltered disgust and horror.
"That... that's edited!" Delphine wailed hysterically, her hands shaking as she realized her entire life was imploding. "It's a deepfake!"
"It's a direct, unedited feed from the estate's private server," the officer stated clinically, entirely devoid of human mercy. He handed the tablet to his partner and unhooked a pair of heavy steel handcuffs from his belt.
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Garrison dropped to his knees on the white marble floor, completely humiliating himself. "Officers, please! She's getting married tomorrow! It was just a sibling prank!"
👉 The officer moved forward, completely stripping the cruel bride of her freedom and her fake, glamorous life.
