Chapter 6 - THE DAUGHTER'S TESTIMONY
The daughter slowly rose to her feet, her pale yellow slip dress stained with dust, her eyes burning with newfound resilience.
"You told everyone I fell down the stairs, grandmother," the daughter said, her voice cutting through the silent room like a razor.
"You locked me in the west wing for three days without food when I refused to sign away my trust fund," she continued steadily.
The older woman bit her lip, refusing to meet her granddaughter's fierce, unwavering gaze.
Jack wrapped a protective arm around his daughter's shoulders, guiding her gently away from the shattered banquet table.
"You never had to endure any of this alone, sweetheart. I was just waiting for the federal wiretaps to finish recording," Jack explained.
The young husband looked up in sheer horror. "Federal wiretaps? You set us up from the very beginning!"
"You kidnapped my daughter under the guise of an elite marriage contract," Jack stated, his voice dripping with lethal calm.
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"That constitutes federal human trafficking and interstate racketeering across multiple state lines," Jack added with absolute precision.
The gathered socialites gasped aloud, whispering frantically as they realized they were trapped inside a federal crime scene.
