Chapter 3 - The Secret Broadcast
The officer pulled a pair of heavy bolt cutters from his tactical belt and snapped the heavy padlock off the cage door in one swift, iron strike. The steel bars swung open with a loud groan.
He gently knelt beside Clara, supporting her back as she leaned against the bars. "Ma'am, stay still. Paramedics are right behind me."
Clara looked up through hot, relieved tears streaming down her bruised cheeks. She lifted her trembling hands, turning the screen of her old smartphone directly toward Marcus, who lay groaning on the floor in handcuffs.
On the glowing screen, a live broadcast counter ticked over 450,000 active viewers, accompanied by a torrent of thousands of frantic comments scrolling past in real time.
"I streamed every single word, Marcus," Clara whispered, her voice weak but ringing with pure, quiet triumph. "Every kick. Every threat. The whole world just watched you."
Marcus stared at the glowing phone screen in sheer, paralyzed horror as his breath caught in his throat. His entire public persona, his multi-million-dollar corporate reputation, and his political family's prestige were destroyed in four minutes of unedited footage.
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The sound of police sirens wailed outside the mansion windows, shaking the glass as secondary backup units pulled into the long driveway.
👉 How did Marcus manage to trick Clara into that basement three days before the raid?
