Chapter 2: The Lie Begins to Collapse The bride's father rushed forward. "There has to be some mistake." "We paid nearly two hundred thousand pounds for this venue." The event manager looked pale. "We leased the property." The Heritage Officer nodded. "You leased it." "You did not lease the right to violate preservation regulations." She pointed toward the ancient stone step. "The wine itself is not the issue." "The deliberate abuse of protected staff while standing inside a Category A listed monument is." The bride scoffed. "You're shutting down a wedding over spilled wine?" The gardener finally spoke. "No." "Over arrogance." The Viscount quietly added, "And over fraud." The courtyard became even quieter. "Fraud?" The groom slowly turned toward his bride. "What does he mean?"

The Heritage Officer opened another folder.

Inside were printed advertisements.

Luxury wedding magazines.

Social media campaigns.

Brochures.

Each one claimed the bride's family had "owned the castle for generations."

The officer looked directly at her.

"You commercially represented a false ownership history."

The bride's smile disappeared.

Her father tried to interrupt.

"It's only marketing."

The Viscount shook his head.

"Scottish heritage law treats false historical representation very seriously."

Several guests immediately searched the advertisements on their phones.

They found them.

Exactly as the officer described.

Thousands of likes.

Hundreds of comments.

Years of lies.

The groom whispered,

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"You told me your ancestors built this place."

She couldn't answer.