Chapter 11 - The Arrest at the Altar
Logan took a frantic step backward, looking around the pavilion like a trapped animal searching for an escape route.
"Ryan! Do something! Call my publicist! Call my attorneys!" Logan screamed at his manager.
Ryan stepped away from Logan, holding up his hands in absolute surrender.
"I’m not going to prison for you, Logan," Ryan said firmly.
"I gave my official statement to Detective Vance two hours ago."
"I gave them the text messages where you asked me to find a hitman in Soho."
Two uniformed state troopers stepped onto the marble pavilion, pulling heavy steel handcuffs from their tactical belts.
"Logan Vance, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, first-degree assault, grand larceny, and corporate fraud," the trooper declared.
They grabbed Logan’s arms, forcing him down onto his knees directly onto the white carpet where he was supposed to take his vows.
Logan thrashed against their grip, screaming frantically as the steel cuffs clicked tightly around his wrists.
"Maya! Please! I loved you! I was confused! It was Rachel's idea!" Logan wept, his face pressed against the floor.
"She promised me her father's European connections! Please, Maya, don't do this to me!"
Rachel gasped in outrage, pulling off her veil and throwing it directly at Logan's head.
"You pathetic coward!" Rachel screamed. "You forced me into this scheme!"
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"Rachel Thorne, you are also under arrest as an accessory to grand larceny and wire fraud," the second trooper stated, cuffing her wrists behind her back.
The press cameras flashed endlessly as the popstar and his high-society bride were led away in chains down the flower-covered aisle.
