Chapter 7 - The Arrest
Luca’s head of security had contacted the FBI the second I showed him the forged Will that morning.
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. Luca calmly handed the lead detective the forged legal document and the medical records proving the abuse.
"Isabella Vance," the detective announced, reading the horrific evidence. "You are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, elder abuse, massive wire fraud, and forgery."
"Don't touch me!" Isabella wailed hysterically as the officers forcefully hauled her to her feet.
They didn't let her change clothes. They violently slapped heavy steel handcuffs over her wrists, completely snagging the delicate fabric of her luxurious red evening gown.
The officers dragged the screaming, thrashing socialite directly through the center of the grand ballroom, parading her in front of every single elite, wealthy guest she had tried to impress. Because the media had been tipped off, news cameras flashed wildly outside the front doors.
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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Luca stood perfectly still, watching the police cruisers speed away into the night. The monster was finally gone.
👉 Luca turned his attention back to me, preparing to deliver a reward that would change my entire life forever.
