Chapter 9 - The Betrayal of the Accomplice
Back at the Greenwich mansion, Natalie was frantically trying to pack her designer handbags into her trunk before the receiver locked down the premises.
Suddenly, two unmarked police cruisers pulled up behind her car, their red and blue lights flashing against the wet marble facade.
Two detectives stepped out into the rain.
“Natalie Vale?” Detective Miller asked, pulling a warrant from his coat.
“What is the meaning of this?” Natalie shrieked, clutching her gold-trimmed tote bag to her chest. “I haven't done anything wrong! I’m just an interior designer!”
“You are under arrest for grand larceny, wire fraud, and conspiracy to commit corporate embezzlement,” the detective stated calmly, snapping steel handcuffs onto her manicured wrists.
“No! It was Grant!” Natalie screamed, her voice echoing down the empty street as her aristocratic composure completely shattered. “He made me sign those shell company accounts! He promised me half the assets! He told me his wife was stupid!”
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The detectives didn't hesitate. They loaded the weeping, hysterical socialite into the back of the cruiser, leaving her champagne bottle smashed on the wet driveway.
👉 Read PART 10 to see what happened when Claire went into labor!
