Chapter 5
The heavy thud of helicopter blades began echoing through the dark night sky above the ocean.
A sleek black private helicopter descended onto the upper helipad, its powerful spotlight cutting through the red emergency lights.
Marcus stood near the spiral staircase, watching his entire life crumble into ash in less than five minutes.
"Victoria, please!" Marcus cried out over the deafening roar of the helicopter rotors.
"Think about our marriage! Think about everything we built together in Connecticut!"
Victoria turned at the edge of the helipad, her emerald green gown fluttering wildly in the downward wind.
"We built nothing together, Marcus," Victoria called back, her voice clear and chillingly resonant.
"My grandfather built an empire, and you were just a parasite who thought he could steal it."
The security guards unclipped the ruby brooch from Chloe's gold gown, handing it directly to Victoria inside a velvet pouch.
Chloe fell to her knees on the cold deck, weeping hysterically as her golden dreams shattered into pieces.
The helicopter door slid open, and Victoria's chief legal council, Arthur Sterling, offered his hand to assist her inside.
"The federal marshals are waiting at the marina in Long Island, Mrs. Vance," Arthur reported over the radio headset.
"They have arrest warrants for Marcus, Chloe, and his father."
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Victoria stepped into the luxury cabin, looking down at the small figures on the darkened yacht deck below.
"Let's go to New York, Arthur," Victoria commanded as the door sealed shut.
