Chapter 4: The Great Collapse
The police didn't have to search for evidence. Seraphina had left a binder on the desk, neatly organized, containing everything: bank statements, email chains, and the signed contracts that proved Julian and Evelyn had been systematically looting the Blackwood charitable foundation.
Evelyn began to scream, her composure crumbling into a pathetic, desperate mess as the officers cuffed her. Julian didn't speak. He just stared at Seraphina, the woman he thought was a trophy, a pawn, and a helpless victim.
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"You weren't pregnant, were you?" Julian asked, his voice a hollow rasp.
Seraphina didn't answer. She just walked to the door, arm-in-arm with her father. The "pregnancy" had been the perfect mask, the ultimate shield to ensure Julian would never suspect her of being the brilliant strategist who had been conducting a hostile takeover of his entire life.
