Chapter 8 - The Mistress's Ruin
Sebastian screamed in total, undeniable disgrace as two other agents forcefully dragged him backward out of the luxury ballroom. He was completely stripped of his arrogant pride and his fake wealth, completely exposed to the vicious, mocking cameras of the elite socialites he had just tried to impress.
"Wait!" Camille wailed hysterically, violently chasing after the federal agents in her red silk gown. "What about my condo?! The mortgage is in his name! Where am I supposed to live?!"
A senior federal agent turned around and looked at the weeping mistress with pure, unfiltered disgust.
"Every single asset tied to Mr. Ryland's fraudulent accounts has been immediately frozen by the federal government, ma'am," the agent stated clinically. "Your luxury condo, your vehicles, and your jewelry will be entirely seized tomorrow morning to repay the defrauded investors. You have absolutely nothing."
Camille let out a horrific, high-pitched gasp of pure, unadulterated terror. She completely collapsed onto the polished marble floor, her red silk gown tangling around her legs as she realized her entire free ride was completely, irreversibly destroyed. She had sold her soul to a corrupt billionaire, and now she was facing absolute, terrifying poverty.
The chaotic, toxic energy was entirely dragged out of the room, plunging the grand Chicago ballroom back into a profound, heavy peace.
The wealthy investors didn't scream at Claire. They looked at the brave, fierce woman in the shimmering silver dress with profound, overwhelming respect for saving their pensions.
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Claire didn't stay to accept their apologies. She gently picked up her elegant silver clutch, turned her back on the weeping mistress, and walked slowly, deliberately out of the massive ballroom, stepping flawlessly into the cool, fresh night air.
👉 Six months later, the toxic monsters received their absolute, final consequences.
