Chapter 7 - Little Maya Is Comforted By Her Fierce Mother
Maya buried her face in Marissa’s shoulder, her small frame still trembling from the shock of the violent accusation and public humiliation.
“Mommy, can we go home now? I don't like this place anymore,” Maya whispered softly into the fabric of her mother’s dress.
Marissa kissed the top of her daughter's head, wrapping her arms around her with an ironclad sense of maternal protection.
“We’re going home, sweetheart, and nobody will ever hurt you or make you feel small again, I promise,” Marissa whispered fiercely.
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She looked past the sea of flashing cameras and federal agents, locking eyes with the broken wreckage of her once-powerful family.
The luxury wedding cake, standing six tiers high near the head table, began to lean precariously as the table cloth was yanked away.
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