Chapter 7 - The Mastermind's Trap
Camille turned to Gabriel, falling onto her knees on the marble floor, her silk gown spreading around her like ruined paper.
“Gabriel... please!” Camille begged, clutching the hem of his dark trousers. “I didn't know about the car accident! I was just doing what my father told me to do! I love you! We were going to get married!”
Gabriel looked down at her with pure, unadulterated coldness, stepping back so her hands slid uselessly off his suit leg.
“You didn't love me, Camille,” Gabriel said softly. “You loved my status, my wealth, and the protection my name gave your corrupt family.”
Gabriel walked over to Elena, gently placing a supportive hand on her uninjured shoulder.
“For six months, Elena endured your arrogance, your insults, and your cruelty, sitting quietly in this house as a maid just to gather the final digital signatures needed for the federal indictment,” Gabriel revealed.
Camille’s head snapped toward Elena in utter disbelief. “You... you pretended to be a servant... just to trap us?”
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“I wasn't pretending to be a servant, Camille,” Elena said, her chin held high with dignified grace. “I was doing whatever it took to bring my father’s killers to justice.”
👉 The lead federal agent stepped forward, clicking the cold steel handcuffs around Camille’s manicured wrists.
