The Hidden Inheritance
The Hidden Inheritance
Victoria: You locked the gates?! Who gave you permission to lock the doors of this estate?!
Clara: The general manager of the hotel, as soon as I showed him the video of you in the kitchen.
Arthur: Clara, tell me everything. How did you know she was going to mark that decanter?
Clara: An hour ago, I was setting up the glassware in the back hallway.
Arthur: Go on.
Clara: I heard Mrs. Vance talking on her phone near the staff office.
Victoria: I was talking to my interior designer! That isn't a crime!
Clara: You were talking to your divorce attorney, Mrs. Vance. You told him the prenup was expiring tonight at midnight.
Arthur froze, his eyes widening in complete realization.
Arthur: The prenuptial agreement... it had a ten-year term clause.
Clara: Exactly. She said if you died before midnight, she would inherit the entire fifty-million-dollar trust fund under the original marriage contract.
Arthur: But if we got divorced after midnight, the prenuptial agreement would kick in, and she would only get a fraction of the estate.
Clara: That's why she was rushing to put the powder in your glass today, Mr. Vance.
Victoria: This is ridiculous! A complete fantasy made up by a low-class girl who wants her fifteen minutes of fame!
Clara: I also recorded your phone call, Mrs. Vance.
Clara tapped her phone screen again, playing a clear audio clip through the phone's speakers.
Victoria's Voice (Recording): "Make sure the doctor signs the death certificate as a heart attack. Arthur has had high blood pressure for years, no one will question it."
The audio played clearly through the silent ballroom, echoing off the white marble walls.
Arthur: You cold-blooded monster...
Victoria: Arthur, please! I was stressed! I was angry about the divorce papers you served me last week!
Arthur: I served you divorce papers because I caught you transferring two million dollars from our joint account into a Swiss shell company!
Victoria: I was protecting our future!
Arthur: You were protecting yourself! You never loved me, Victoria. You only loved the Vance family name and the bank account that came with it.
Victoria: That's not true! I stood by you for ten years!
Arthur: You stood by my money for ten years!
Arthur turned to the head of security, who was standing near the grand entrance with four uniformed officers.
Arthur: Escort my wife to the study and make sure she stays there until the police arrive.
Victoria: Don't you dare lay a hand on me! I am the mistress of this house!
Security Guard: Ma'am, please walk quietly, or we will be forced to use handcuffs.
Victoria: Arthur! You can't do this to me! I made you who you are!
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The security guards grabbed Victoria by the arms, leading her away as she kicked and screamed in her golden dress.
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