My Fiancé Slapped My Brother At Our Wedding—His Revenge Made Him Pay!

The Wedding Day Meltdown

The air in the gilded ballroom shimmered with opulence. Sunlight streamed through arched windows, illuminating dust motes dancing over the pristine Carrara marble floor. Crystal chandeliers dripped with light, reflecting the ornate gold moldings and the rows of impeccably dressed guests. It was the picture of a perfect, high-society wedding. But for Clara Holloway, the bride, the fairytale was rapidly turning into a nightmare.

At the altar stood Julian Vance, her fiancé, radiating an aristocratic arrogance. His midnight-navy velvet tuxedo was immaculate, his sneer a permanent fixture. Beside him, clutching a small, hand-carved wooden sparrow, was Clara’s younger brother, Mateo. Mateo, a lanky seventeen-year-old, looked utterly out of place in his ill-fitting thrifted suit. He was raw nerves, his innocent hazel eyes wide with a mixture of awe and anxiety.

Julian Vance, 31, sneered,