Chapter 7 - The Arrest
The entire luxury ballroom was now dead silent. Hundreds of high-society guests stared in absolute horror at the elegant woman in the red silk gown, realizing they had been drinking champagne with a monster.
Victoria began to hyperventilate. Her arrogant facade completely dissolved into sheer, unadulterated panic.
"Arthur, please!" Victoria begged, tears ruining her expensive makeup. She lunged forward, trying to grab his hands. "I was just stressed! The wedding planning was overwhelming! I didn't mean to hurt her! We can fix this!"
Arthur violently pulled his hands away, refusing to let her touch him.
"We are fixing it right now," Arthur replied.
He didn't raise his hand to strike her. He didn't need to dirty his hands with trash. He simply nodded his head toward the ballroom entrance.
Three massive, heavily armed private security contractors stepped through the double doors, followed closely by two uniformed police officers. Arthur had called them the second his private jet touched down on the tarmac.
"Victoria Vance," the lead officer stated loudly, stepping forward and aggressively grabbing her wrists. "You are under arrest for elder abuse, kidnapping, and attempted extortion."
"No! Get your hands off me!" Victoria shrieked hysterically, thrashing wildly in her red silk gown. The heavy steel handcuffs clicked shut with a loud, satisfying snap.
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She looked desperately at Arthur, tears streaming down her face. "Arthur! I'm your fiancée! You can't let them do this to me! I'll be ruined!"
👉 Victoria begged for a shred of mercy, but the mafia boss was about to completely erase her from his world.
