Chapter 249: Scandalous wedding
The phone trembled slightly as Nina hurried closer to the front, trying to get a better view.
Yeri could hear Nina’s voice through the speaker, anxious but unmistakably thrilled, like soone watching a live drama unfold in real ti.
"You rember Rita, right?" Nina whispered, breathless. "Tiffany caught her and Cherry at Marco Fabian’s apartnt with other boys, doing that thing. I seriously thought that was the end of it, but it turns out they never cut off contact. Absolutely crazy."
At the altar, Tiffany’s incredulous gaze darted between Rita and Marco.
Pregnant?
Marco didn’t imdiately refute Rita’s words, not even with a single shake of his head.
That silence was enough to snap Tiffany’s remaining sanity in half. She scread like a madwoman and lunged at Marco, her long manicured nails raking across his cheek.
The crowd erupted. Gasps burst like fireworks, followed by frantic murmurs that spread across the hall in seconds.
The groomsn, who had been enjoying the spectacle as if it were free entertainnt, finally snapped out of their stupor and rushed forward to help break them apart.
But Rita was no delicate flower either.
The mont she saw Marco’s face bleeding, her eyes flashed with fury. She surged forward and yanked Tiffany’s carefully styled hair, ruining the flawless bridal arrangent.
Seeing her daughter being "bullied," Tiffany’s mother barged into the chaos and slapped Rita hard across the face.
Chaos descended and the uproar doubled.
Rita staggered, her cheek blazing red.
Tiffany, held back by two groomsn, sobbed violently as if she were the victim of the century.
"How could you betray ?! I forgave you again and again! You promised my parents you’d look after ! You promised you’d never let anyone hurt !" Tiffany cried, eyes bloodshot. "When I found out about your relationship with Rita and Cherry, you said they were the ones who seduced you! You said you only kept seeing them for my sake, otherwise they’d expose my secret, ruining !"
The mont those nas left her mouth, Marco’s blood ran cold. Not because he felt guilty, but because Tiffany had just scread his affairs in front of hundreds of guests.
Around the hall, whispers sharpened into accusations.
"Did she just ntion another girl?" a guest spat, "What a scumbag. Stringing so many won along."
"They’re young too," another murmured. "And they likely know each other? How could he take advantage of them like that?"
"This is so scandalous..."
"Enough!" Marco roared, his glare landed on Tiffany with frightening force. "Do you still want to get married? What nonsense are you spouting? Do you really want to leave yourself without an ounce of reputation?"
Tiffany froze.
"Don’t forget what kind of reputation you have right now. Apart from , who else would dare marry you?" Marco seized her wrist and pulled her closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. His tone was icy warning, sharp as glass.
"Why are you letting Rita provoke you? Have you forgotten? We’re already married and you’re my legal wife. Do not disappoint
and drag the title of Mrs. Fabian into the mud."
That sentence hit Tiffany like cold water. Indeed, she was already his wife.
Marco, seeing the effect, released her and with the sa iron control, he grabbed Rita by the arm and dragged her aside as well.
The wedding staff, who had been on standby rushed forward imdiately. Soone fixed Tiffany’s hair and veil, trying to restore the illusion of a perfect bride.
But Tiffany’s venomous gaze never left Rita.
Nina, anwhile, was practically vibrating with indecision. She wanted to follow Marco and Rita or Tiffany, curiosity burning through her like wildfire.
But just as she took a step, Levi appeared beside her like a wall.
"Are you a paparazzi?" he muttered, his voice flat. "Don’t involve yourself in unnecessary trouble."
Nina rolled her eyes. She absolutely wanted to play paparazzi, thank you very much.
But Levi just wouldn’t let her and reluctantly, she stayed put.
Not long after, the wedding resud as if nothing had happened.
Marco reappeared, calm and composed, his face now cleaned and carefully concealed. He stood tall, voice steady, expression dignified.
"What happened earlier," he said, "was a deliberate attempt to ruin
and Tiffany. This union threatens certain rivals between our families."
He spoke eloquently, convincingly, that doubt began to creep into the guests’ faces.
So still looked skeptical. Others, however, nodded as if they’d just been handed a reasonable explanation.
As the wedding resud, the host finally rembered he existed.
"Ladies and gentlen!" he bood. "Now, let us witness the beautiful monts of our newlyweds!"
A familiar romantic tune filled the hall.
On the massive LED screen, a slideshow began: Tiffany and Marco as children, then as teenagers, then dating, posing in perfectly staged couple photos.
The guests played along, letting out occasional laughter and teasing whistles.
Tiffany, too, seed to have shoved the earlier disaster into a sealed ntal box.
She laughed brightly, her face glowing with pride, especially when the sweeter monts played: Marco kissing her forehead like a devoted lover straight out of a romance movie.
Then the screen transitioned into their vacation photos.
The hall ward again, the guests relaxing, their expressions softening.
But just as the next photo was about to appear the screen went black.
The music cut off abruptly, leaving behind an eerie silence.
A second later, a video began to play.
At first, no one could tell what they were looking at.
The footage was dark and shaky, with distorted sounds in the background: mixed voices, laughter, and the rough crackle of fire.
The cara moved as if whoever was filming was walking quickly, pushing through trees, branches and leaves.
Then suddenly, the scene cleared.
A bonfire.
And around it, bodies. Naked bodies.
People dancing in the firelight, pressed together in a way that wasn’t dancing anymore, intimate and obscene.
The air in the hall seed to freeze, the guests’ smiles collapsing as if they’d been slapped off.
Marco’s entire expression drained of color. It was as if all the blood in his body had fled at once.
"Turn it off!" Marco roared, his voice cracking with panic. "TURN IT OFF!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The resolution was horrifyingly clear, almost too sharp for sothing fild at night, like it had been deliberately enhanced.
Marco appeared on the screen. Not a blur or a vague silhouette.
His face was unmistakable, wearing that lazy, smug expression of indulgence, cigarette between his fingers, eyes half-lidded with intoxicated satisfaction while fondling so woman.
The cara lingered long enough for everyone to recognize him.
And not only him, the other n caught in the footage were equally recognizable. Several of them were the very groomsn standing at the wedding.
Now they stood frozen in place, eyes wide, faces turning grey.
The hall was so silent it felt unreal.
Marco was frantic and hysterical, but the guests didn’t react. It was as if the footage had stolen their ability to process reality.
Then Marco’s mother let out a shriek so sharp it pierced the air like glass, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed.
The banquet hall exploded into movent.
But the nightmare didn’t stop there with the screen shifting into a rapid slideshow of intimate photos.
Marco with different won, so photos even included more than one of the groomsn, their faces visible, captured in disgusting clarity.
A massacre in digital form.
"This is fake!" Marco shouted, his voice hoarse, his composure shredded to pieces. "DON’T BELIEVE ANY OF IT! It’s AI! It’s all AI!"
But the damage had already been burned into everyone’s minds.
Tiffany remained standing, her smile long gone. Her eyes were locked onto the screen even after a staff mber yanked the plug.
The banquet hall erupted into loud argunts, the guests splitting into camps almost instantly.
So insisted the footage had to be fake. Others were already convinced it was real.
A few people, especially those who had attended the sa university as Marco, looked visibly shaken.
Their faces tightened, their eyes darting around uneasily, as if they were suddenly worried about being associated with him.
"Apart from Marco... aren’t those guys in the video mbers of the hiking club?"
"What? Don’t tell
that club was just an excuse for them to do that..."
"It doesn’t look fake to . I an, who could be so vicious as to drag his friends into this too?"
"Does Tiffany know about this? Or is she being played as well?"
Marco and Tiffany hadn’t even had ti to recover, their minds still spinning from humiliation and shock, when the main doors suddenly slamd open again.
This ti, the people who stord in weren’t guests. They appeared angry, and grief-stricken. Ready to tear the wedding apart with their bare hands.
"Tiffany Rhian, you vicious bully!" a woman scread as she pushed forward, her eyes bloodshot. "How dare you get married after causing my daughter to commit suicide?!"
Another voice followed, raw with hatred.
"They said the case is still ongoing, so what gives her the right to be happy when my sister is still suffering?!"
"If there’s no justice," a man shouted, shoving through the crowd, "then I’ll take justice into my own hands!"
The hall fell into a different kind of chaos, one far uglier and more dangerous.
Tiffany’s entire body trembled, her legs nearly gave out. Without thinking, she scrambled behind Marco, clinging to him like he was the only wall between her and death.
Originally, several dia outlets had been invited to livestream the luxurious wedding.
It was ant to be Tiffany’s grand public coback, a glamorous display ant to drown out scandal with diamonds and roses.
But after the earlier disaster, the organisers were terrified that another incident might explode on cara so the livestream had been halted.
Unfortunately, it didn’t matter. Many people had already seen it, and among those who saw it were the relatives and friends of the victims Tiffany had bullied.
Bullying didn’t need marketing or promotion. It was the kind of story that ignited the internet instantly. Netizens turned into righteous warriors within seconds, hungry for a villain to punish.
And Tiffany, with her recent explosive case, was already familiar to everyone.
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