Chapter 10 - The Final Departure
"Adrian Vance," the lead federal agent barked loudly, aggressively grabbing the weeping billionaire by the arm with bone-crushing, undeniable force. "You are under arrest for massive corporate fraud, federal wire embezzlement, and criminal conspiracy."
"Get your filthy hands off me!" Adrian shrieked wildly, his expensive custom blue suit violently tearing as he desperately, pathetically tried to pull away from the massive officers. "I am innocent! My mother did it! Clara, please tell them!"
"Take him off the plane," Clara commanded smoothly, speaking directly to the federal agents and entirely ignoring his frantic, desperate screams.
The agents didn't care about his billions or his elite high-society status. They aggressively snapped heavy steel handcuffs around his wrists and forcefully dragged the weeping, humiliated corporate titan backward toward the exit door. He was completely exposed to the vicious, mocking glares of the exact elite first-class passengers he had just been sitting with.
"No! My babies!" Adrian roared aggressively, tears of pure, unadulterated terror pouring down his face as he was hauled away. "Don't take my babies away from me!"
"You took them away from yourself the exact second you threw me onto the street," Clara whispered flawlessly as the heavy airplane doors slammed shut behind him.
He was forcefully shoved brutally into the back of a freezing federal transport vehicle on the tarmac, his multi-million-dollar empire, his arrogant pride, and his family permanently erased in a single afternoon.
The chaotic, toxic energy was entirely dragged out of the first-class cabin, plunging the airplane back into a profound, heavy peace.
A shocked, trembling flight attendant gently approached Clara, offering her Adrian's now-empty, luxurious first-class window seat. Clara politely smiled and declined the upgrade. She didn't need his leftover luxury. She gently held Bennett's hand and carried her daughter back to their comfortable seats in the main cabin, ready to fly directly to London to start her massive new executive job.
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Six months later, Adrian and his mother were officially sentenced to twenty years in a maximum-security federal penitentiary. Without their stolen money, they were entirely invisible, forced to rot in concrete cells while the elite world completely forgot their names. Clara completely transformed, securing a beautiful, sun-drenched house in London where her children grew up completely safe, fiercely protected, and absolutely loved.
If you were Clara, would you have allowed Adrian to meet the twins briefly in a supervised room before the FBI arrested him, or was completely depriving him of his children the absolute perfect revenge?
