Sabrina: She was going to take everything from you, Marcus! Your father's trust fund, the estate, the company shares!
Marcus: Hannah didn't care about my family's money! She loved me!
Sabrina: She was pregnant with another man's baby! She lied to you!
Elena: Lily is not another man's baby, Mr. Marcus! She is your biological daughter!
Marcus turned around slowly, staring at the little girl sitting on the white marble floor, drawing small circles on the stone with her tiny finger.
Marcus: My... my daughter?
Sabrina: She's lying! She's trying to scam you out of your inheritance!
Elena: The DNA test results are inside that silver safe in the master bedroom! Along with the monthly payment receipts to the private clinic in Vermont!
Marcus turned back to Sabrina, his eyes burning with intense anger.
Marcus: Give me the key code to the safe, Sabrina.
Sabrina: No! Marcus, today is our wedding day! The guests are arriving in one hour!
Marcus: Give me the code, or I will break that safe open with the wooden bat lying on the floor!
Sabrina backed away, her hands shaking as she clutched the lace fabric of her expensive wedding dress.
Sabrina: The code is 0-4-1-2... your birthday.
Marcus didn't waste another second. He looked over at Elena, his voice steady and firm.
Marcus: Elena, take Lily into the kitchen and lock the door from the inside. Don't let anyone in except me.
Elena: Yes, Mr. Marcus. Right away.
Elena quickly scooped Lily into her arms and hurried down the hallway toward the kitchen. Marcus turned and walked briskly up the grand marble staircase, with Sabrina trailing desperately behind him, her heavy bridal gown rustling against the steps.
Sabrina: Marcus, listen to me! Hannah was unstable! She was going to leave the country with your baby and demand child support payments for twenty years!
Marcus: You put a pregnant woman in a private facility to steal her life, didn't you?
Sabrina: I saved our family business! Your father's will clearly stated that if you didn't produce a legitimate heir with a married wife by age thirty, the entire estate would go to your uncle!
Marcus: So you framed Hannah, stole my child, and forced me into an engagement so you could get your hands on my trust fund!
Marcus reached the master bedroom, walked straight to the walk-in closet, and knelt in front of the electronic silver safe mounted on the wall.
His fingers quickly typed in the digits: 0-4-1-2. The small electronic lock beeped green, and the heavy metal door clicked open.
Inside sat three thick black folders, a stack of medical bills, and a sealed brown envelope stamped with an official laboratory seal.
Marcus pulled out the brown envelope and tore it open with trembling hands. He pulled out the paper inside and scanned down to the bottom line.
Probability of Paternity: 99.99%.
Marcus: My God... Lily is my daughter.
Sabrina: Marcus... we can still raise her together! We can pretend she's our adopted child! Nobody ever has to know the truth!
Marcus stood up slowly, clutching the paper in his hand, looking at Sabrina like she was a complete monster.
Marcus: You are sick, Sabrina.