Chapter 8 - Officers Escort My Deceptive Fiancee Off The Property
“Ma'am, you’re going to step outside and place your hands behind your back,” the senior officer commanded, stepping up to Bianca with cold authority.
“No! Julian, tell them! Tell them you’re lying!” she screamed, thrashing wildly as the officer grabbed her wrists and pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs.
The metallic click echoed loudly through the grand entryway, a sound that felt like the final nail in the coffin of our doomed relationship.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” the officer recited robotically.
I watched from the top of the marble staircase without saying a single word, my expression as hard as granite.
As they hauled her out the front doors toward the flashing cruiser lights, Bianca twisted her head around and glared at me with pure hatred.
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“You’ll pay for this, Julian! You’ll never see another penny of my wrath!” she screeched into the humid Texas evening air.
The heavy oak door closed with a firm thud, cutting off her hysterical screams and plunging the grand mansion into profound silence.
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