Chapter 9 - The Perfect Justice
Two hours later, the grand American mansion was swarming with flashing red and blue police lights.
Vincent had finally called the federal authorities.
Inside the grand foyer, Isabella and Grace were kneeling on the polished marble floor, their hands violently secured in heavy steel handcuffs. Isabella’s pristine blue floral dress was wrinkled and stained. She looked absolutely pathetic, her toxic arrogance completely shattered.
The front doors swung open, and Vincent walked in.
He was gently carrying Clara in his arms, having brought her home after a brief stop at a private medical clinic to ensure she was stable.
Isabella looked up, her eyes widening in sheer, apocalyptic terror as she saw the woman she had tried to erase perfectly safe in the billionaire's arms.
"Vince, please!" Isabella shrieked hysterically as the federal agents aggressively hauled her to her feet. "I only did it because I loved you! She was holding you back! I was going to be a better wife!"
Clara weakly rested her head against Vincent’s chest, completely ignoring the screaming monster. She didn't feel an ounce of pity.
"You're going to spend the rest of your life in a concrete cell, Isabella," Vincent stated coldly, entirely devoid of human mercy. "And every single day, you will remember that you lost everything because of an eight-year-old girl."
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Grace wept uncontrollably as the agents dragged her out the door. Isabella screamed wildly, completely abandoning her high-society persona as she was forcefully shoved into the back of a police cruiser in front of the entire elite neighborhood.
👉 The villains were banished forever, leaving the true family to finally reclaim their stolen life.
