Chapter 7 - The Security Tapes
Marcus did not bother arguing with his wife's hysterical denials.
He reached inside the breast pocket of his charcoal jacket and pulled out a slim, customized smartphone.
With two taps of his thumb, he connected directly to the villa’s head of internal security.
He ordered the chief to mirror the garden terrace’s high-definition audio and video feed to the main outdoor display.
Across the poolside lounge, a massive ninety-inch weather-resistant television mounted on the stone cabana flickered to life.
Victoria’s face drained of what little color remained beneath her scarlet welts.
She had completely forgotten that Marcus had spent three million dollars retrofitting the entire estate with military-grade 360-degree surveillance.
High-fidelity sound echoed through the courtyard speakers, playing back the events from ten minutes prior with horrifying clarity.
The guests watched in stunned silence as the screen displayed Victoria towering over Eleanor’s wheelchair.
Every vile curse, every filthy threat, and every demand for the foundation's assets boomed across the private grounds.
The footage showed Victoria pulling the silver bat from the locker, her face twisted in sadistic delight.
It captured the exact moment Victoria raised the heavy weapon above Eleanor's frail skull with unmistakable intent to crush bone.
It showed Eleanor cowering, weeping silently into her velvet shawl.
And then it showed Elena Santos sprinting into frame like a guardian angel, disarming the socialite and striking down the monster.
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The evidence was undeniable, absolute, and utterly catastrophic.
Several guests turned their faces away in profound shame, remembering their own cowardice as they watched the video unfold.
