Chapter 4
"Federal Marshals, Mrs. Vance, you need to come with us for questioning regarding corporate fraud and embezzlement," the lead officer announced. Bianca’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as she jumped to her feet in sudden, violent indignation.
"This is an absolute outrage! My father is a federal judge in New York, and you cannot do this!" Bianca shrieked hysterically. "Your father recused himself from your jurisdiction months ago when he discovered your illegal stock manipulation," Julian stated calmly.
He stood up slowly from the table, looking down at his wife with eyes completely devoid of mercy. "You thought you could marry into my family, loot our assets, and silence anyone who got in your way," Julian said quietly.
The federal marshals moved in swiftly, grabbing Bianca’s arms and securing her wrists with steel handcuffs. "Julian, you bastard! You'll never get a divorce settlement if I rot in a cell!" Bianca screamed, thrashing against the officers.
"You won't need a settlement, Bianca, because everything you stole has already been frozen by court order," Julian replied flatly. They hauled her backward toward the grand foyer, her designer Chanel suit dragging against the Persian rug.
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Margaret watched from the doorway, letting out a long, shaky breath of relief as the front doors slammed shut behind them. The morning sun poured through the tall windows, illuminating the American flag hanging proudly in the front courtyard.
Julian walked over to the window, watching the unmarked federal SUV drive down the private gravel driveway. The nightmare was finally coming to an end, or so he naively believed as he watched the dust settle on the road.
