Chapter 13
Outside the federal courthouse downtown, hundreds of reporters and camera crews packed the stone steps.
A line of dark police vans pulled up to the curb under heavy NYPD motorcycle escort.
The back doors of the lead van opened, and Marcus was escorted out by two heavy federal marshals.
He wore a grey prison jumpsuit, his hands handcuffed at his waist, leather leg shackles clanking on the stone steps.
Paparazzi flashes erupted like strobe lights as reporters shouted questions from behind the metal barricades.
"Marcus! Did you know your father was stealing from the pension fund?!" a reporter yelled into a microphone.
"Is it true your wife stripped you of your entire fortune in less than sixty seconds on your yacht?!" another shouted.
Marcus kept his head down, trying to avoid the piercing camera lenses as he shuffled up the steps.
Just as he reached the top of the stairs, a sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb below.
The rear passenger door opened, and Victoria stepped out into the bright morning sunlight.
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She wore dark sunglasses and her tailored navy suit, exuding an aura of absolute power and dignity.
Marcus froze on the steps, turning his head to look down at the woman who had completely dismantled his life.
