Chapter 15 - The Cell Block
At the county precinct three miles away, the atmosphere was far from warm or festive.
Bellamy sat on a cold metal bench inside a holding cell, her dark green designer evening gown wrinkled and stained with dirt from the police cruiser floor. Her stylish hair was completely unraveled, hanging in messy clumps around her red, swollen eyes.
A guard walked up to the iron bars, tapping his keys loudly against the metal. "Vance! You have one phone call."
Bellamy scrambled off the bench, her heels clicking loudly against the concrete floor as she rushed to the bars. "Did my husband call?! Is Byron here to pay my bail?!"
The guard scoffed, unlocking the small side slot. "No. Your husband's lawyer called. She left a message."
Bellamy grabbed the receiver of the wall-mounted phone with trembling, dirty hands. "Hello?! Byron?!"
A cold, automated voice played over the speaker: "You have received a recorded message from Sterling-Vance Legal Department. All bail requests have been denied by the trust board. You will remain in custody until your arraignment on Monday morning. Happy Holidays."
The line went dead with a sharp click.
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Bellamy dropped the receiver, sliding down the cold brick wall onto her knees, weeping hysterically into her hands as the heavy reality of her life sentence settled into her chest.
👉 How will Lorna and Byron use their reclaimed fortune to help others who have suffered similar cruelty?
