Chapter 3: The Guardian
"Get out," Liam hissed, panic replacing his malice. He lunged toward her, but Buster lunged faster, pinning Liam against the heavy oak front door. The dog didn't bite, but he held his ground with a ferocity that stopped Liam cold.
"You’re not evicting me, Liam," Clara said, her voice dripping with ice. "The eviction notice is coming, but it’s not for me. It’s for you. I filed for divorce this morning, along with a freeze on all corporate assets. The police aren't just for domestic disputes. They’re here to escort you off the premises for embezzlement and corporate fraud."
Outside, the quiet of the cul-de-sac was shattered by the wail of sirens. Blue and red lights pulsed through the foyer windows, casting a strobing, nightmarish light over the scene. Liam’s arrogance crumbled entirely. He was no longer a billionaire; he was a criminal, and the trap had finally snapped shut.
