Chapter 8 - As aggressive red dressed socialites freeze in absolute terror, a shocked billionaire father confronts the terrifying reality of his manipulated domestic life at home.
Nathan walked over to Bridget, looking down at his wife with complete disgust as if she were a toxic insect beneath his shoe.
"Your father's bank shares are already frozen under federal asset seizure orders issued twenty minutes ago," Nathan stated flatly.
Bridget’s jaw went slack, the color draining entirely from her face as she realized her family's financial empire had just vanished.
"That... that's impossible. Eleanor promised me absolute immunity!" Bridget stammered, her blonde updo completely collapsing around her shoulders.
"My mother Eleanor is currently being escorted out of her Park Avenue penthouse by federal marshals as we speak," Nathan replied coldly.
Clara knelt beside little Lily, gently wiping the remaining blood from the little girl's nose with a clean corner of her beige apron.
"You're safe now, sweetheart; daddy is right here and nobody will ever hurt us again," Clara whispered, her voice full of tender warmth.
Lily looked up at Nathan with big, curious brown eyes, slowly raising a tiny, bruised hand to touch his black suit jacket.
"Are you really my daddy?" Lily asked softly, her innocent voice cutting straight through the heavy tension in the room.
Nathan dropped to his knees once more, pulling both Lily and Clara into an emotional, unbreakable embrace against his chest.
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Tears streamed down Nathan's face as he buried his face in Clara's brown hair, whispering endless apologies for his five years of blindness.
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