Chapter 9 - The Fall of the Traitor
The lead federal marshal stepped forward, the cold steel of handcuffs gleaming under the bright lighting of the grand ballroom.
"Marcus Vance, you are under arrest for corporate fraud, attempted assassination, kidnapping, and domestic terrorism," the agent announced loudly, his voice echoing through the massive hall.
Two marshals grabbed Marcus by his tailored suit shoulders.
"Get your hands off me! I'll ruin you! Do you know who I am?!" Marcus shrieked, kicking and thrashing wildly as they forced his arms behind his back. The heavy handcuffs clicked shut with absolute finality.
The elite guests watched in dead silence as the arrogant corporate thief was dragged backward across the marble floors, his pathetic, screaming cries fading down the grand hallway until the heavy oak doors slammed shut behind him.
The suffocating tension in the ballroom finally broke.
Dante let out a long, shuddering breath, the physical strain of standing unsupported for the first time in two years wearing heavily on his body. His knees buckled slightly.
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Before he could hit the floor, Elena and their little daughter rushed forward, catching him gently and supporting his weight.
👉 The nightmare was officially over, leaving the reunited family to claim their breathtaking, cinematic happy ending.
