Chapter 9
Three weeks later, Elena was discharged from the hospital and returned to the fully fortified New England estate.
The shattered glass coffee table had been replaced by a solid oak heirloom, and the security system had been upgraded to military grade.
Marcus walked beside her, carrying their newborn baby daughter in a custom-stitched designer carrier as they entered the grand foyer.
"It feels good to finally be home," Elena smiled softly, leaning against Marcus's shoulder with quiet contentment.
"This house is a fortress now, Elena... nothing and no one will ever breach these gates again," Marcus promised fiercely.
The framed US flag on the wall gleamed under the polished crystal chandelier, welcoming them back to their rightful sanctuary.
Down the hallway, the dome security camera blinked its steady green light, indicating that all recording zones were fully operational.
A housekeeper walked up quietly, handing Marcus a sealed courier envelope bearing an official stamp from the federal court.
May you like
Marcus tore open the heavy paper seal, scanning the formal legal indictments that had just been handed down against Claire and the board.
"The trial begins next month," Marcus noted calmly, folding the document in half and sliding it into his suit pocket.
