Chapter 5 - Handcuffs in the Cathedral
As Adrian wept pathetically on the altar floor, two officers stepped toward the front pew, blocking Vanessa as she tried to slip out through the side entrance.
"Vanessa Cross?" the officer asked, producing a secondary arrest warrant. "You are under arrest for receiving stolen corporate assets, conspiracy, and wire fraud."
Vanessa thrashed against the officers, her formal hat falling onto the marble aisle as her champagne gown crumpled.
"Get your hands off me! I didn't steal anything! Adrian gave me that money!" Vanessa shrieked, tears ruining her heavy makeup as guests recorded her public arrest on their smartphones.
"Mr. Blackwell transferred stolen investor funds into your named offshore accounts, Miss Cross," the officer stated coldly, snapping steel handcuffs around her manicured wrists.
Adrian looked up from the floor, his eyes filled with sheer, helpless terror as he realized that every asset, every lie, and every accomplice had been exposed simultaneously.
Victoria turned slowly, looking back over her bare, bruised shoulder at her disgraced groom with absolute dignity and a subtle, victorious smile.
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"You thought you owned me, Adrian," Victoria said in a quiet, decisive whisper that echoed through the silent cathedral. "Today, I take back everything."
👉 Read Part 6 to see what happened to Blackwell Global after the arrest.
