Chapter 6 - The Warrants Are Served
Fiona Vale completely lost her mind.
The glamorous, arrogant mistress who had strutted into the mansion wearing a stolen two-million-dollar diamond necklace suddenly realized that the ultimate bill had just come due. She looked frantically between Matthias and the tall, imposing federal agent, her face completely drained of color.
"Matthias... he has a federal warrant!" Fiona gasped in a trembling, panicked whisper, clutching her white fur shawl as the background guests began to whisper in collective, horrified shock.
Two more agents stepped into the hall behind the first, completely blocking the exit. The trap was entirely shut. There was absolutely nowhere to run.
Serena stood perfectly still amidst the chaos. She gently rested her hand on her heavy thirty-two-week baby bump, feeling a strong, reassuring kick from her unborn child. Her expression completely shifted from the subtle pain of betrayal to a mask of cold, unbreakable, absolute strength. She was not a victim. She was the executioner.
"I found the hotel receipts..." Serena delivered in a cold, dignified tone that sliced through Matthias's pathetic panic. "...and the plot against this house."
Matthias dropped to his knees on the red floral carpet, completely abandoning his sophisticated CEO persona. He threw his hands up in a pathetic gesture of surrender, tears of sheer terror ruining his face.
"Serena, please!" Matthias wept hysterically in front of the sixty silent guests. "I can explain! It was a mistake! Don't let them take me away! Think about our baby!"
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Serena looked down at the man who had tried to steal her empire, bankrupt her future, and replace her with a cheap imitation. She felt absolutely zero pity. She felt nothing but the clean, cold satisfaction of absolute justice.
👉 Read Part 7 to see Serena deliver the ultimate, chilling final blow.
