Chapter 13 - Arresting The Wealthy Matriarch Tonight
Inside her cold, gray holding cell, Eleanor paced back and forth like a trapped animal in a cage of her own making.
Her designer clothes had been replaced by a standard orange jumpsuit, her hair unstyled and stripped of its arrogant dignity.
She dialed her defense attorney on the wall-mounted phone, screaming hysterically when he informed her that bail was permanently revoked.
“You have to find a loophole! I am an Eleanor Kincaid! I don't belong in this filth!” she shrieked into the plastic receiver.
“There are no loopholes left, Mrs. Kincaid; your own cousin Chloe testified, and the financial paper trail is airtight,” her lawyer replied coldly.
She slammed the receiver down onto the cradle, her hands shaking as the stark reality of her life sentence began to sink in.
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The woman who had looked down on everyone from her high-society throne had finally hit the absolute bottom of human disgrace.
Outside her barred window, the city lights twinkled indifferently, uncaring of the fallen queen rotting in the dark.
