Chapter 8 - The Police Ambush
"You don't make this family look respectable, Brenda," Frank said quietly, pressing a single button on his phone. "You make me sick."
Suddenly, the blinding red and blue lights of multiple police cruisers illuminated the large living room windows, completely overpowering the warm ambient lighting of the house.
Brenda stopped breathing. The air in her lungs turned to absolute ice.
The heavy front door was violently pushed open.
Three armed police officers marched directly into the living room. Frank hadn't just drained the bank accounts; he had taken the thick stack of forged medical receipts and bank statements directly to the precinct on his way home.
"Brenda Vance," the lead officer barked, his voice carrying lethal authority. "You are under arrest for felony child endangerment, grand larceny, and medical fraud."
Brenda let out a horrific, blood-curdling scream of pure despair. The elegant, untouchable socialite was completely destroyed in a matter of seconds.
"No! Frank, please!" Brenda wailed pathetically, thrashing and kicking wildly as two massive officers grabbed her arms, violently hauling her away from the expensive sofa.
The cold steel handcuffs clicked loudly around her wrists, snapping the arrogant thief back into the horrific reality of her crimes.
"I am a mother!" Brenda sobbed hysterically, looking back at Dominic, who was watching in absolute horror. "Frank, you can't do this to Dominic! He needs me!"
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"He needs a mother," Frank replied coldly, turning his back on her entirely. "Not a monster."
👉 What brutal reality check will the spoiled stepson face?
