Chapter 6
Two weeks later, federal marshals arrived at the Hamptons estate with a court-ordered foreclosure and asset seizure warrant. Victoria was given exactly thirty minutes to pack her personal belongings into a single standard suitcase.
She wore a plain black trench coat and sunglasses, desperately trying to shield her face from the flashing camera lenses. The marshals escorted her past the iron gates, placing her firmly outside the perimeter of her former home.
A lone taxi idling down the country road was her only option for transportation into the city. She climbed into the backseat, watching the grand estate fade into the distance as the autumn rain began to fall.
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"Where to, miss?" the driver asked without looking back through the rearview mirror. "Take me to Manhattan," Victoria whispered, her voice hollow and devoid of any lingering arrogance or defiance.
She had lost everything—her money, her husband, her reputation, and her illusion of absolute supremacy. The city that had once bowed at her feet now loomed ahead like a cold, indifferent concrete jungle.
