Chapter 12 - Vivian Tries To Run Away
Locked inside a holding cell across town, Vivian banged frantically on the reinforced glass partition of the intake room.
Her expensive makeup was smeared, her designer dress stained with wine and dust from the chaotic ballroom floor.
“My father is a federal judge in Chicago! You can't keep me in here with these animals!” she screamed at the female guard.
“Your father resigned his bench an hour ago once the Kincaid legal team delivered his offshore bank records,” the guard replied flatly.
Vivian stumbled backward, her knees buckling as the terrifying realization hit her that she had lost every shred of protection.
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Without money, without connections, and without Marcus, she was completely exposed to the wrath of the justice system.
She slid down the cold wall, burying her face in her hands as silent, bitter tears of defeat finally overtook her.
