CHAPTER 4: THE FALL
The wedding stopped.
Guests whispered. Phones recorded. Truth spread faster than fire.
“Tell them it’s a lie!” Isabella screamed at her parents.
But no one spoke.
The silence was louder than any confession.
The groom stepped back slowly, eyes filled with doubt.
“You lied about who you are…?”
“I didn’t know!” Isabella cried.
But it didn’t matter.
Because everything she had—the name, the wealth, the respect—was suddenly fragile.
And standing across from her…
Was the little girl.
The rightful heir.
May you like
Holding nothing—
Yet owning everything.
