Chapter 3 - The Brother’s Shattered Pride
"What the hell is this?!"
Bradley Vance—Julian's younger brother—roared as he shoved his way through the frozen crowd.
His fists were shaking violently. He looked from the giant screen displaying his new bride kissing his brother, straight into Selina’s petrified eyes.
"Selina! You told me you were visiting your mother in Denver that weekend!" Bradley shouted, his voice cracking with humiliated rage.
Selina backed away toward the edge of the infinity pool, hyperventilating. "Bradley, please! It was an AI deepfake! Clara manufactured this to ruin our family!"
"Let's look at the financial metadata, Selina," I announced into the microphone, my voice as calm as still water.
The screen switched to certified banking records:
The Jewelry Receipts: $140,000 in Cartier diamond tennis bracelets charged to my corporate black card by Julian and hand-delivered to Selina's private apartment.
The Luxury Resort Invoices: Five five-star weekend getaways booked under the names of Mr. & Mrs. Julian Vance.
The Shell Account: Over $1.8 million systematically funneled from my personal family trust into an offshore Bahamian LLC registered to Selina’s maiden name.
Bradley spun around, lunging at Julian on the stage stairs.
CRACK.
Bradley’s fist slammed into Julian’s jaw, sending Julian crashing backward into the DJ speakers with a sickening thud.
"You parasitic snake!" Bradley screamed, fighting to jump on his brother before two guests pulled him back. "You slept with my wife while living off Clara’s back?!"
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Julian wiped blood from his split lip, scrambling to his feet, glaring up at me with rabid, desperate venom.
"Clara! Turn that off!" Julian screamed. "You think you’re a genius?! You’re still an ugly, exhausted wreck who couldn't keep her husband interested!"
