Chapter 10
Downstairs in the cold, empty foyer, Daniel slowly picked himself up off the marble floor.
His light grey sweater was stained with spilled wine, and his shoes were scuffed from the chaos of the previous night.
He walked out the front doors into the freezing morning air, realizing with terrifying clarity that his bank accounts were entirely blocked.
His luxury sports cars were gone, his high-society friends had already blocked his phone number, and his father had disowned him.
He walked down the long, winding driveway toward the iron gates, shivering not from the winter weather, but from utter ruin.
Parked across the street from the estate, a black tabloid news van flashed its camera lights directly into Daniel's face.
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"Mr. Vance! Is it true your wife was arrested for child abuse?" a reporter shouted through a megaphone.
Daniel covered his face with his hands, turning away and running down the desolate suburban street into anonymity.
