Lucas: You monster. You robbed a dying woman and left her child with nothing.
Camila: Lucas, listen to me! I did it for us! I wanted to give you a family again!
Lucas: You did it for my family's estate, the trust fund, and the penthouse in the city.
Camila: I love you! We were going to build an entire life together!
Lucas: You loved my bank account. And you used my sister's memory to steal it.
Lucas pulled his private smartphone from his suit pocket, dialing a direct number without taking his cold eyes off Camila.
Lucas: Detective Vance? I need you to bring your officers into the grand ballroom right now.
Camila: Lucas, stop! Don't do this to me! Think about the press! Think about the stock prices!
Lucas: My company's stock will survive. Your freedom won't.
Camila: I'll give everything back! The clothes, the jewelry, the money from the allowance account! All of it!
Lucas: You don't have anything to give back. Everything you own was bought with stolen inheritance funds.
Elena stood beside Lucas, looking down at the scattered items on the floor. Her hands were still trembling, but the fear in her eyes had been replaced by a quiet sense of relief.
Elena: She took my mother's diary too, sir. She used the family secrets written inside to convince you she was your relative.
Lucas: Where is the diary now, Elena?
Elena: It's in the manager's office downstairs. I saw her drop it into her private locker when she arrived at the venue this evening.
Camila: That locker is private property! You can't open it without a search warrant!
Lucas: I own this hotel, Camila. Every single key belongs to my management team.
The heavy double doors of the ballroom swung open, and three uniformed police officers marched inside, their heavy boots thudding against the hardwood floor.
Officer 1: Mr. Vance? What's the situation here?
Lucas: This woman, Camila Torres, has been living under a false identity while committing grand larceny and identity theft for the past three years.
Camila: I'm his fiancée! This is just a private domestic argument!
Officer 1: Ma'am, please step away from the gentlemen and place your hands behind your back.
Camila: Don't you touch me! Do you have any idea how expensive this dress is?!
Officer 1: Turn around, ma'am. Right now.