Chapter 8 - The Red Arrest
Damian’s private security detail had contacted the FBI the second he confirmed the poisoned cake.
The heavy mahogany doors of the ballroom burst open. A dozen federal agents and local police officers swarmed into the grand room, their weapons drawn. Damian calmly handed the lead detective the zip-lock bag, the poisoned cake sealed in a biohazard container, and the smartphone containing the undeniable video evidence.
"Vanessa Sterling," the detective announced, reading the horrific evidence. "You are under arrest for premeditated attempted murder, child endangerment, and massive wire fraud."
"Don't touch me!" Vanessa wailed hysterically as the officers forcefully hauled her to her feet.
They didn't let her change out of her elegant evening gown. They violently slapped heavy steel handcuffs over her wrists, completely snagging the delicate red fabric of her dress.
The officers dragged the screaming, thrashing socialite directly through the center of the grand dining room. They paraded her in front of every single elite, wealthy guest she had tried to impress for the last year.
Because the media had been tipped off, news cameras flashed wildly outside the front doors. They captured the arrogant, cruel fiancée being shoved into the back of a police cruiser, weeping like a pathetic criminal.
Her high-society reputation, her freedom, and her arrogant life were permanently, entirely swallowed into violent ruin. She was going to spend the rest of her natural life rotting in a federal prison.
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Damian stood perfectly still, watching the police cruisers speed away into the night. The monster was finally gone.
👉 Damian turned his attention back to Clara, preparing to deliver a reward that would change her entire life forever.
