Chapter 10 - The Mistress’s Downfall
At 4:00 p.m., Isabella Rossi sat in the stark, concrete interrogation room of the federal courthouse in Manhattan.
She was still wearing her wrinkled crimson gown, her hair messy, her makeup smeared across her tear-stained face.
Across the stainless steel table sat Khloe Thorne, looking immaculate in a tailored dark grey suit, flanked by two federal prosecutors.
“Please, Khloe!” Isabella sobbed, reaching across the table with shaking, manicured hands. “I’ll tell you everything!”
“Marcus forced me to do it! He told me if I didn't get rid of your baby, he would expose my father’s offshore accounts!”
Khloe looked at the woman who had kicked her on a marble floor eighteen hours ago, feeling zero anger, only complete disgust.
“Marcus didn't force you to do anything, Isabella,” Khloe said flatly, opening a leather folder on the table.
“You offered to help him launder thirty million dollars in exchange for a fifty percent stake in Thorne Capital.”
“And you intentionally targeted my pregnancy because you knew my child would automatically inherit the Vance family trust.”
She slid a document across the table—a copy of Isabella’s signed bank transfers carrying her personal signature.
Isabella stared at the paper, her breath hitching in her throat as she realized her entire high-society life was over.
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“You’re going to prison for fifteen years, Isabella,” Khloe informed her coldly.
“And no amount of your father’s political influence can save you now.”
