Chapter 3 - The Cellar Audio
The sudden slamming of the doors caused a wave of panic to ripple through the crowded pews.
Jonathan's private security team stepped out from the shadows, blocking every exit with their hands resting on concealed weapons.
The federal agents instinctively reached for their sidearms, but they were hopelessly outnumbered.
Jonathan adjusted his silk tie and smiled at the frightened guests.
He apologized for the inconvenience and claimed we were simply having a private family discussion.
I ignored his theatrics and pulled a small remote from my bridal bouquet.
I pressed the single red button in the center.
The church's massive sound system suddenly cracked to life.
A recording of Jonathan's voice echoed through the speakers, his tone dripping with malice.
The audio captured the night he dragged me into the wine cellar for finding his hidden ledger.
Every guest heard him explicitly detail how he planned to frame me for the offshore embezzlement.
They heard the terrifying sound of the cellar door locking and my desperate pleas for him to stop.
Rosalind’s face turned ashen as her high society friends stared at her in absolute horror.
The illusion of the perfect Duncan family was disintegrating right before her eyes.
Jonathan lunged forward and snatched the remote from my hand, crushing it beneath his polished leather shoe.
He looked at me with a gaze so venomous I felt my blood run cold.
He leaned in close and whispered that I had just signed the death warrants of everyone in the room.
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He slowly unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket to reveal a flashing red light strapped to his chest.
Jonathan had wired himself with a dead-man's switch.
