Chapter 8 - The Fallen Socialite
As the federal officers dragged Victoria toward the main exit doors, she paused for a brief second, looking back at Claire with bloodshot, tear-streaked eyes.
"Claire! Please! We're family!" Victoria sobbed pathetically, her aristocratic pride completely gone. "Don't let them take me to prison! Think of what Arthur would want!"
Claire took a slow, deliberate breath, walking toward Victoria with measured, powerful steps.
She paused inches away from her sister-in-law, looking down at the woman who had tried to destroy her life for money and status.
"Arthur wanted justice, Victoria," Claire whispered, her voice dropping into a quiet, deadly tone that made Victoria shiver. "And he made sure I was the one to deliver it."
Victoria was pulled out into the cold night air, her frantic screams fading away as the heavy doors closed shut behind her.
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The entire ballroom broke into thunderous, standing applause, honoring the widow who had stood tall against greed and corruption.
👉 Read Part 9 to see Claire honor her late husband's memory.
