Weddings are supposed to be picture-perfect, with every detail planned down to the last petal on the aisle. But sometimes, just as everything’s set to go off without a hitch, life throws in some unbelievable twists.
From jaw-dropping revelations to dramatic exits, these three stories prove that no wedding is truly safe from disaster. So grab a seat and get ready for some wedding mayhem… because you won’t believe what went down at these “I do’s”!
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They Held a Secret Wedding behind My Back
My wedding day was supposed to be legendary. I mean, you can picture it: a huge barn, 250 guests, and every detail planned down to the final candle, all arranged by my family.
But when the big day arrived, I was standing there in my gown, staring at a room with only 30 guests.
As if that wasn’t strange enough, I soon realized that it wasn’t just my distant cousins who’d flaked. No. My parents, my bridesmaids, and even my fiancé were nowhere to be seen.
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I pulled out my phone, trying to reach anyone who’d answer. First, my mom. Then Ethan, my fiancé. Then bridesmaids, cousins, and even my uncle Rob.
Dead silence. Until, finally, one of my bridesmaids picked up.
“Where is everyone, Celia?” I demanded, panicked and half out of my mind. “What’s going on? If this is a prank, it’s not the least bit funny!”
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Her voice was cold. Celia was Ethan’s cousin and when I needed one more bridesmaid to match the number of groomsmen, he suggested her.
“Lose my number, you has-been woman,” she spat. “Nobody is waiting for you here.”
I froze.
“What do you mean? Celia! What… ceremony are you at? I’m standing alone at the entrance to the barn!”
There was a pause, the air growing thick.
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“Oh, so you don’t know?” she laughed dryly. “Here, I’ll put your mom on. She’ll explain it to you.”
I could hear a rustling on the other end, and then my mom’s voice came on, casual, like she was calling me about weekly brunch plans.
“Didn’t you get my message this morning?” she asked.
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“What message? Mom, what are you talking about? Why are you guys doing this to me?” I asked, the tears close to falling down my face.
My mother sighed like I was the one causing the problems.
“Well,” she began, and I could practically hear the smugness in her voice. “Look, Amy. We just thought that Ethan would be better off with your cousin. And well, she’s pregnant.”
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Her words hit me like a cheap shot in a fight.
“What? Which cousin? What are you talking about?”
“Ashley, Amy,” my mother said. “She’s expecting Ethan’s baby. And we all thought that they’d make a better match than you and him, anyway. So we set up a ceremony this morning. They’re a married couple now. A married couple expecting their baby together.”
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I stood there, gripping my phone so hard that my knuckles turned white.
“So, the wedding that I’m at…” I said slowly, feeling the words cut my throat. “It’s just a cover? Or a prank? Did you enjoy hurting me?”
“Sweetheart, you’re young. You’ll get over it,” my mother replied, her tone detached. “Family has to make difficult decisions sometimes. Just… go back in there and wrap things up. Maybe you’ll get a refund on the food.”
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I dropped my phone, my head spinning. This couldn’t be real. I looked around at the guests who had shown up, people who hadn’t abandoned me for some twisted, family-approved plot.
I took a shaky breath, blinked back tears, and did the only thing I could think of.
Stepping to the front of the barn, I raised my voice.
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“Hi everyone,” I started, forcing a smile. “Thank you for coming. I know you’re all wondering where everyone else is. Well… so am I.”
A few confused laughs rippled through the room, and I took a deep breath. I noticed that the guests present were mainly mine and Ethan’s colleagues from work. Of course, they hadn’t been told the change of plans.
“The truth is, my family isn’t here because they decided that I wasn’t the one who should be getting married today.”
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I sighed.
“Apparently, they had a wedding for my fiancé and my cousin this morning. They’re a married couple expecting their baby together,” I said, echoing my mother’s words.
Gasps and murmurs filled the space. A friend in the front row covered her mouth, her eyes wide.
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“Thank you for being here,” I said, looking around the shocked faces. “I don’t know how to make sense of this yet, but I’m so grateful to each of you.”
I gave them all a nod, turned, and walked out of the barn.
It’s been years since that day. I moved far away, cut all ties, and started over. Sometimes people ask why I don’t speak to my family, but I just smile and say they’re better off without me.
They can all go to hell.
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My SIL Decided to Ruin My Wedding Because I’m Not Good Enough for Her Brother
I’d heard so much about Colin’s sister, Meredith. He described her as strong-willed and fun, someone he shared a deep connection with.
So, when she finally flew in for our wedding, I was excited to meet her. I’d hoped for a warm start, but nothing prepared me for what happened instead.
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When I arrived home, I could hear laughter coming from the living room. As I walked in, I found Colin and Meredith on the couch, laughing as he tickled her. It seemed playful, but something felt off.
Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a story about inappropriate family relations or anything of the sort. Meredith and Colin were just that close.
“Hey,” I called out.
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But there was no answer. I tried again, louder this time.
“Hey!”
Still, no response.
Finally, fed up, I raised my voice to my best kindergarten teacher’s voice.
“Colin!”
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They stopped laughing, and Meredith gave me a dirty look.
“Jeez, no need to shout,” she said.
Colin jumped up, looking surprised.
“Alexis! Honey, I didn’t hear you come in,” he said. He hugged me, but I could barely respond.
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“You two seemed pretty busy,” I said, forcing a smile.
Meredith laughed.
“He’s always been like this with me,” she said. “Tickling has always been a family thing. We just love hearing each other laugh.”
Trying to ignore the weird vibe, I reached to hug her.
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“Meredith, I’m so happy to finally meet you!” I said.
She hugged me back, but coldly, like touching me was taboo.
“Well, Colin hasn’t told me much about you,” she said.
“Colin hasn’t?” Colin repeated, frowning. “That’s not true, Mer. I’ve told you plenty about Alexis.”
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She shrugged.
“Why didn’t you come to the airport with him?” she asked, her tone sharp and reprimanding.
“I was at work; I couldn’t leave,” I explained, feeling uncomfortable at this point.
Meredith raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I would have taken the day off if my future sister-in-law were visiting and I was meeting her for the first time.”
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“If I could have, I would have,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.
During dinner, I tried to join in, but Meredith kept steering the conversation to memories only they shared. Every time I spoke, they’d just move on as if I hadn’t said anything.
Instead of trying anymore, I twisted my engagement ring around my finger. I mentally went through wedding plans, reminding myself I needed to decide on the final floral arrangements. And the final design of the wedding cake.
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I also needed to choose the song I wanted to walk down the aisle. Suddenly, the list seemed too long and tiring…
After dinner, Colin stood to help clear the table.
“Wow, your future wife can’t even handle the dishes herself?” Meredith muttered, glaring at me.
“Mer, I don’t mind helping,” he replied, shrugging.
She just smirked.
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“Well, I don’t know how things go down here, but I wouldn’t let my fiancé do ‘women’s work’ like this. But it’s your life, Colin.”
She turned around, leaving her plate for Colin to pick up anyway.
“And don’t be long, Colin,” she said. “I’ll be waiting for our movie marathon. You and me, just like old times.”
I felt my patience snap in half.
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“What was all that about?” I asked Colin when she was gone, probably already making herself comfortable in his bedroom.
“Oh,” he said, holding a dirty pot. “I forgot to tell you, Mer is doing a movie marathon with me tonight. And I wanted to do it in my bedroom because my back and the couch are just not friends.”
“And where am I supposed to sleep?” I asked.
“You can sleep in the guest room,” he replied calmly.
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“Why doesn’t she sleep in the guest room?” I demanded.
“Come on, Alexis,” he sighed. “There’s no TV in the guest room. And it’s just one night, honey.”
“Fine, but only for tonight.”
The next morning, after a sleepless night, I made pancakes, Colin’s favorite. Meredith strolled in, watching me with a smirk.
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“What are you making?” she asked.
“Chocolate chip pancakes. Colin’s favorite,” I replied stiffly.
She scoffed loudly as she put the kettle on.
“Colin likes pancakes with bacon, Alexis,” she said as if I was stupid. “I know my brother.”
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“Maybe when you were kids,” I said. “But now he likes chocolate chips.”
“Colin!” she suddenly called out. “What kind of pancakes do you like better? Chocolate chip or plain buttermilk with bacon on the side?”
“Bacon, I guess,” he answered quickly.
I felt my heart sink.
“But I make you chocolate chip pancakes all the time,” I said.
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“Yeah, but honey, they’re not the same as Meredith’s.”
“Told you,” she said, satisfaction dripping from her voice.
I set down the spatula.
“Fine, let Meredith make your breakfast,” I said.
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Later, I overheard their conversation.
“Your fiancé isn’t good enough for you, Colin. You deserve better, and you know it.”
“You’re right,” Colin replied. “I’ll talk to her.”
Furious, I marched into the living room.
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“I’ve had enough of this nonsense,” I said. “If you’re choosing to side with her over me, then you can have her, Colin.”
I threw my engagement ring at him, hearing it bounce off him and onto the floor.
I turned on my heel, my mind was made up. I was done. And like that, my wedding dreams were over before they really began.
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Man Finds Out about His Bride’s Betrayal – He Goes to the Altar with a Remote Control in His Hands
As my brother Liam’s wedding approached, excitement buzzed through the air. Liam, notorious for his pranks, hinted at a huge surprise for the big day, keeping us all on edge.
He and Denise had been together for years, and when she asked me to be a bridesmaid, it felt right.
Denise was like family.
“Daphne, I need you with me on my big day,” she’d said, gifting me a box of goodies. “You’re not just Liam’s sister, you’re mine too.”
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I gladly accepted.
Denise had even planned my 21st birthday when my friends flaked, so I thought I knew her well. And to be honest, she’d spent more time planning her wedding with me than with Liam, who seemed content to just show up on the day.
But secretly, he was putting together a surprise video montage to play before their vows.
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“I’m saving all our best photos and videos,” he told me one night, showing me the project on his laptop. I could see the effort he was pouring into it, and it melted my heart.
On the morning of the wedding, I went to see Liam.
“You have no idea what’s coming,” he teased, sipping champagne as he got ready.
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“Oh boy,” I laughed, feeling the suspense. “I can’t wait.”
The ceremony was perfect. Denise had planned every detail, from the flowers to the music. But when it was time for the vows, Liam held up his hand.
“Wait,” he said to the priest. “I have something to show you all.”
He pulled out a remote, and his groomsmen rolled a large TV to the front of the altar.
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“This,” he announced, “this… is our love story.”
The screen lit up with images of Liam and Denise’s life together—their first dates, vacations, nights spent cooking together. The guests were enthralled, and Denise’s face glowed as she watched.
But then the video shifted.
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In a sharp turn, a new clip played.
Denise was in their home, but she wasn’t alone. She was with another man, wrapped in his arms, in lingerie.
The room went deathly silent. Guests’ heads turned to Denise, whose face had turned ghostly pale. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
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“This… can’t be happening,” she stammered, more to herself than anyone.
Then, to everyone’s shock, the man from the video, a guest seated at the back, stood up visibly shaken.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered, looking around nervously.
Liam’s voice broke the silence.
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“This is why I won’t be marrying Denise today,” he said, his voice calm but heavy with anger. “I couldn’t let everyone here witness a lie.”
The atmosphere shifted from celebratory to tense. Denise staggered back, glancing around as if searching for an ally.
She kicked off her heels, holding them by the straps.
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“Liam, please, not here,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Let’s talk outside.”
My heart twisted as I watched her. Denise and I had been so close, but now I saw her for what she was: someone who’d hurt my brother.
Her tears didn’t move him.
“How long has this been going on?” Liam demanded.
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“Not long,” she whispered, her composure crumbling. “I never wanted you to find out.”
“In our home, Denise?” he asked, his voice hard. “You brought him into our home.”
Guests gasped, some whispering, others turning away from the unfolding scene.
The priest, at a loss, stepped back. Denise took a shaky step toward Liam, tears streaming down her face.
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“Liam, please. Let’s just talk this through.”
But he turned on his heel and walked down the aisle, leaving her standing there alone. Denise ran after him, calling his name, but he didn’t even look back.
Later, I found Liam at the hotel bar, eating a bowl of olives and nursing a drink. He looked up as I approached.
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“Did you know?” he asked quietly.
“No,” I said. “I had no idea.”
He took a long drink, then sighed.
“I found the video while going through Denise’s files. I thought I’d find more photos to add to the montage, but instead… I found that.”
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“Did I go too far, showing everyone?” he asked.
I thought for a moment. There were no good answers here.
“Maybe,” I admitted. “But she left you no choice. You deserved the truth.”
Liam gave a small nod.
“Let’s go find some cake,” he said finally. “It shouldn’t go to waste.”
I followed my brother into the dining room, letting Denise be the past. Right now, he needed me in his corner.
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Weddings are meant to celebrate love, but sometimes they reveal shocking truths instead. These stories remind us that no ceremony or relationship is ever safe from surprises.
And some endings are better left at the altar.
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3 Amazing Inheritance Stories with Unexpected Twists
When loved ones pass on, they often leave behind more than possessions. In these three stories, unexpected inheritances uncovered surprising secrets, painful truths, and life-changing lessons, proving that true legacy isn’t always material.
These remarkable inheritance stories reveal twists that brought life’s greatest lessons. They proved that the most valuable gifts can’t be measured in money.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Dog Barks at Coffin during Funeral, Suspicious Son Opens It and Finds It Empty – Story of the Day
Ryan gets suspicious when his dog races into the church and starts barking at his father’s coffin. Seeing the dog in an alert position, Ryan opens the casket, only to find his father’s body missing.
Ryan climbed out of the car and stood outside the church, knowing he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to his father. “We couldn’t even give Dad a proper funeral,” he thought. Suddenly, Bella’s sharp bark distracted him.
Ryan turned to his car, where Bella was more agitated than usual.
“Bella!” He gave her a hand signal to lie down, and she obeyed. He patted her head through the open car window. “Now, stay, Bella.”
Ryan then walked away, ignoring Bella’s whine, and entered the church. His father Arnold’s casket was already in place, closed, and the funeral director had discretely cordoned off the immediate area because Arnold had died of an infectious disease.
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Ryan sat beside his mother. Arnold would be cremated, not buried, given the circumstances of his death.
Just as the mass ended and mourners rose to sing the final hymn, Bella’s bark echoed through the church. She jumped on the casket, knocking the flower arrangement to the floor, and began barking loudly.
When Bella sat in her alert position on the floor and stared at him, Ryan sensed something was off.
“Open the casket!” he demanded.
A gasp rang out in the gathering. Ryan didn’t care. He walked over to the casket and opened it, only to find it empty.
“Wh-Where’s my brother?” His uncle stared at the funeral director.
Ryan’s mother couldn’t stand what was happening. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, and her knees gave way. Ryan caught her just in time before her head hit the marble floor. He rushed her to the hospital.
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At his mother’s house, Ryan called the police.
“At this point, all we know is that the coroner confirmed the cause of death and released the remains to the funeral home,” Detective Bradshaw told him. “Was your father involved in any activities I should be aware of?”
Ryan hadn’t been involved in his father’s business since he opened his dog training and rehabilitation center. But he knew Arnold would never put his or the company’s reputation at stake.
Since there was no vital lead yet, Detective Bradshaw left, promising to be in touch with updates. But Ryan didn’t want to wait. The hospital was keeping his mom overnight. He left Bella at home and went to the morgue to find answers.
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“The coroner resigned? What about the new coroner?” Ryan was baffled when the nurse at the reception informed him there was no new coroner yet. He asked to see his father’s file, but the nurse refused, saying it was against policies.
Ryan knew how to convince her. He set $1000 on the counter, and she turned a blind eye when he slipped inside the coroner’s office. He started searching the shelves for his father’s file, but it was futile. Arnold’s file was missing.
Ryan was frustrated. Suddenly, his buzzing phone distracted him. It was his father’s lawyer, Mr. Stevens. The older man informed Ryan that he was the new CEO of Arnold’s company and wanted to see him urgently.
As Ryan arrived at his father’s office, he opened Arnold’s Gmail on the office computer, only to find the inbox empty. Someone had deleted the messages.
“Ryan! Good to see you,” Mr. Stevens entered the room and shut the door behind him.
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“Who’s been using this computer?” Ryan asked him.
“Nobody,” Mr. Stevens replied.
“Wait, where are the dancers?” Ryan noticed two figurines were missing from his father’s office.
“Oh, he took them home. Poor Arnold…he could never get the third figurine in the set. Can you believe the man who owns it won’t accept anything less than half a million?” Mr. Stevens said.
Ryan was sure Arnold hadn’t taken them home. He’d been all through his parents’ house since he arrived for the funeral, and he hadn’t seen those dancers anywhere.
“But anyway, we have more important matters to discuss…” Mr. Stevens informed Ryan that they were in severe debt, and several investors were threatening to pull their investments because Arnold had been missing meetings with them for months before his death.
“…and it all started when his new secretary began working here. With all due respect to Arnold and his family, I believe he was having a romantic relationship with her,” Mr. Stevens revealed.
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Ryan lost his cool as the thought of his mother’s sad face crossed his mind. He would’ve confronted his father’s secretary if Mr. Stevens hadn’t stopped him—It would only tarnish Arnold’s reputation.
Ryan spent the day sorting out the debt problem and sent gift baskets to the most vital investors. After work, he followed his father’s secretary, Miss Pearson, and saw her pull into the garage of a modest suburban home. She was his only lead until now, so he waited outside her house in his car.
Sometime later, the whirring noise of her garage door awoke him. He saw her head in the direction of the city in her car and wanted to follow her. But then he had a better idea. He leaped from his car and managed to get inside her garage just in time before the door closed. There, he found a doorway leading into her house.
He found the kitchen first, searched the drawers, and found a flashlight. He didn’t want to turn on the lights in case Miss Pearson came home suddenly. His heart sank when he entered her bedroom and saw a framed photo of her kissing Arnold on the nightstand.
Ryan maintained his composure, reminding himself he was here to find a lead that would help him figure out what happened to his father. He searched Miss Pearson’s house but couldn’t find anything. Dejected, he was about to leave when he noticed a slightly open drawer in the coffee table.
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A Manila envelope there interested him. Inside it was Arnold’s life insurance policy for $7 million, and the sole beneficiary was…Miss Pearson! Ryan took the document and drove to the police station.
“This is quite compelling…” Detective Bradshaw said, looking at the document. “Let me see what else I can find out about this Pearson woman.”
Ryan was seated near the front desk when she approached him with a team of officers. Turned out Miss Pearson was booked on a flight to Morocco, which would leave in half an hour.
“Since the US has no extradition treaty with the Moroccan government, it’s vital we bring her in for questioning before she boards the plane!”
Ryan wanted to accompany the officers, but Detective Bradshaw refused because he was a civilian. Ryan didn’t listen to her and followed her.
“Police!” Detective Bradshaw yelled as she and her team approached a boarding gate. “Let us through!”
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Ryan slipped past the airport security officers by blending with the group, and they proceeded to the boarding area. The cops immediately spread out and started checking the passengers.
“You there! The dark-haired woman in the white shirt! Step out of the line and raise your hands in the air,” Detective Bradshaw yelled.
Ryan was relieved they’d caught Miss Pearson, but his smile faded when the woman turned around. She was not Miss Pearson. The cops continued the search for hours, but Miss Pearson was gone.
Ryan was back to square one. But somewhere in his heart, he knew Arnold was alive. Ryan knew the figurines weren’t at his mother’s house. Wherever his father was, he must’ve taken the figurines with him. Ryan looked up the collector who had the third figurine online and visited him.
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“So…how much will you take for it?” he asked, pointing to the figurine.
“$750,000,” the collector, Mr. Frederick, replied.
“That’s far above the market value for the artist’s work, sir.”
“Then don’t buy it. The price is non-negotiable, young man!”
Ryan had to have it, so he requested time to arrange the money. He returned to his car, dialed Mr. Stevens, and said he wanted to sell $750,000 worth of his shares in the company.
“But then you won’t have a controlling stake in the company, Ryan!” Mr. Stevens said.
“I’m aware, Mr. Stevens, but this is urgent,” Ryan explained. “I need the cash immediately, but if I’m right, I should be able to buy back those shares within the week.”
“Ryan,” Mr. Stevens eventually replied in a measured tone, “as a major stakeholder and legal advisor for the company, I get the feeling it would behoove me not to ask questions about why you need such a large amount of money at such short notice.”
“As a longtime family friend, however,” Mr. Stevens continued, “I must know if this is related to the suspicion I shared with you about Miss Pearson.”
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“In a manner of speaking, yes,” Ryan replied.
Mr. Stevens sighed. “She’s also disappeared, you know…didn’t turn up for work today, and her phone number no longer exists. I’ll get you the money…best you not ask me the details…and wire it to you ASAP.”
When Ryan received the message that the money was in his account, he rushed inside to speak to Mr. Frederick. The older man muttered something about how the figurine was worth more than his asking price since it was the only available piece of the set, but Ryan cut him off.
“You asked for $750 000, sir, and that’s what I’m giving you, effective immediately. Are you not a man of your word, Mr. Frederick?”
Mr. Frederick finally agreed to sell the figurine. Ryan was now ready for the next step. He called a few people from his car and made a quick stop before returning to his mother’s house.
“Where on earth have you been, Ryan?” his mother asked. “I return from the hospital to find the house empty, and poor Bella bored out of her mind. Your dog misses you; I really can’t keep her busy enough, and I’ve barely seen you since the funeral…”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he muttered. “Please just trust that what I’ve been doing is very important. It will also be over very soon.”
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Ryan stood behind a pillar near the back of the auction house’s main bidding area and studied the crowd. The figurine he’d bought was the next lot up for bid. He glanced toward the podium as it was brought to the front.
As the price climbed, the number of participants whittled down to just two. One was an overweight man with a prominent nose, and the other was a tall, white-haired man in a navy suit. Neither of them was his father.
Ryan had insisted on anonymity and personally paid for several adverts to ensure his father, wherever he might be, would know that the figurine was on auction today.
“$600,000 going once,” the auctioneer declared.
Ryan’s heart sank. He feared that not only would he lose his bait and miss the chance to find his father, but he would also make a huge loss on the figurine.
“…going twice…”
“$1 million!”
Ryan got goosebumps at the sound of his father’s voice. He stared in shock as Arnold rose from a seat near the back of the auction room and removed his wide-brimmed hat.
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“$1 million going once…going twice…sold to the man in the beige coat!” The auctioneer banged his gavel.
Immediately, Arnold put his hat back on and headed for the door. Ryan rushed around the edge of the room and blocked his path. Then Detective Bradshaw stepped forward and handcuffed Arnold.
“Ryan?” Arnold frowned at Ryan. “You tricked me! This was a trap!”
“Don’t act like I’ve committed some terrible betrayal, Dad! You’re the one who had an affair and faked your own death so you could run off with your mistress! How could you?”
Arnold hung his head as he confessed that he was tired of his old life and wanted to start a new one with his new love, Miss Pearson.
“So you took out a huge amount in life insurance for your new life, bribed the coroner to falsify your death certificate and cause of death, and had all of us gather around an empty casket to mourn you!” Ryan hissed.
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“‘A man should do what is right, not follow his own selfish interests.’ You taught me that, Dad. I’m sorry you couldn’t follow your own principles, but I hope you realize that your failure to do so led to your downfall.”
Detective Bradshaw assured Ryan that Miss Pearson would be caught soon, too. Then Arnold was taken away to the police car.
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