Chapter 9 - The Fall of the Arrogant Heir
"No! You can't do this! I'm a CEO!" Richard shrieked, thrashing wildly as the federal marshals grabbed his tailored grey tuxedo jacket, twisting his arms behind his back with brutal efficiency.
The heavy steel handcuffs clicked shut with a sharp, terrifying finality.
The elite guests watched in absolute, stunned silence as Richard was dragged backward across the polished floor, screaming obscenities and begging for mercy until the heavy mahogany doors slammed shut behind him, swallowing his pathetic cries.
The suffocating tension in the grand ballroom finally broke, replaced by a profound, trembling quiet.
Julian exhaled slowly, the apocalyptic rage in his eyes melting away as he looked down at his sister. He reached out, gently pulling Abigail into a fierce, unbreakable embrace, resting his chin on top of her brown hair.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you, Abby," Julian whispered, his voice cracking with heavy emotion. "You're never going to work another day in your life. You and my niece or nephew own half of everything I have."
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Abigail buried her face in her brother's black suit jacket, letting out a long, shuddering breath of pure, unadulterated relief.
👉 The nightmare was over, leaving the brother and sister to step out of the shadows and claim their glorious, rightful future.
