Chapter 5 - HANDCUFFS AT THE ESTATES
The metallic snap of handcuffs echoed through the grand foyer of the multi-million-dollar American estate.
Victoria’s manicured hands were pinned behind her back as her burgundy silk robe pulled awkwardly against her shoulders.
"Julian! Tell them to stop! You can't let them treat me like a common criminal!" she wailed, tears smearing her expensive mascara.
Julian stood beside the framed US flag in the entrance hall, his expression unyielding as he watched her legal down fall begin.
"You are not a common criminal, Victoria," Julian said, his deep voice cutting through her hysterical screaming. "You are a monster who preyed on a motherless child."
The detectives guided Victoria out the double mahogany doors toward the waiting police cruiser parked in the circular driveway.
Neighbors down the private tree-lined lane watched through their estate gates as the prominent socialite was shoved into the back seat.
Inside the house, Dr. Miller finished administering a mild sedative to help little Lily rest peacefully in her bedroom.
Julian sat by his daughter's bedside, gently brushing a stray lock of brown hair away from her forehead.
"Is the mean lady gone, Daddy?" Lily whispered softly, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion.
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"She is never coming back, sweetheart," Julian promised, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Daddy will make sure she pays for every second of pain she caused you."
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