Chapter 8 - Vivienne Is Handcuffed And Escorted Out Of The House
Vivienne scrambled backward on the sofa, her manicured fingers clawing desperately at the velvet cushions as two federal agents stepped forward with stainless steel handcuffs ready.
“You cannot do this to me! I am a pillar of this community! My family built this county!” Vivienne shrieked, thrashing violently as the cold metal cuffs locked around her wrists.
“Your family’s reign of intimidation and financial manipulation is officially over, Mrs. Marlowe,” Agent Vance replied with absolute, unyielding professionalism.
She was hauled off the sofa, her pearl necklace snapping under the force of her resistance and scattering small white beads across the floor like tears.
As the federal agents escorted her past the kitchen island, Vivienne locked her furious, venomous gaze directly onto me for one final, terrifying second.
“You will never keep that child, Clara! They will take her from you the moment she is born!” Vivienne screamed before being pushed out the back door toward the waiting SUV.
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The heavy oak door slammed shut behind her, cutting off her shrill cries and plunging the kitchen into a sudden, profound silence that felt lighter than air.
I let out a long, shuddering sigh, resting my head back against the chair as the physical and emotional exhaustion finally caught up to my eight-month-pregnant body.
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