Chapter 11 - The Desperate Lunge
"You set me up!" Bellamy shrieked, her voice degenerating into a wild, hysterical scream. "You planned this whole thing! You brought these papers to Christmas dinner just to humiliate me!"
"You humiliated yourself the second you spilled coffee on my mother," Byron said coldly. "Officers, please execute the order."
Officer Davis stepped forward, pulling a pair of white leather gloves onto his hands. "Mrs. Vance, you need to step away from the table and come with us peacefully. You are permitted to take your personal phone and handbag. All other items belong to the estate."
"No!" Bellamy screamed.
In a sudden, frantic blur of movement, Bellamy lunged across the mahogany table toward Lorna, her hands outstretched, her dark green gown sweeping across the dinner plates. "You old witch! You ruined my life!"
Before her fingers could even come close to Lorna, Byron moved with lightning speed. He caught Bellamy by both wrists mid-air, twisting her arms back with effortlessly firm leverage and shoving her securely into the arms of the waiting police officers.
Officer Davis immediately pushed Bellamy against the edge of the sideboard, pulling her arms behind her back with a loud, metallic click.
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The handcuffs locked into place around her wrists.
👉 How will Bellamy react when the icy steel locks around her wrists in front of everyone she tried to impress?
