Chapter 6
Two female federal marshals stepped forward, their expressions completely devoid of emotion as they flanked Eleanor's sides. "Eleanor Sterling, you are under arrest for conspiracy, extortion, and attempted poisoning," the lead marshal stated formally.
"Unhand me immediately! Do you know who my friends are in Washington D.C.? You will be guarding parking lots by tomorrow!" she yelled. The marshals ignored her empty threats, snapping heavy steel handcuffs around her wrists with a sharp, metallic click.
Eleanor thrashed violently against their grip, her charcoal grey blazer tearing slightly along the tailored shoulder seam. They escorted her past the doorway, her frantic screams fading down the linoleum corridor toward the elevators.
Chloe watched her departure in silence, feeling a profound physical and mental weight lift off her shoulders at last. Christian leaned down, placing a soft, lingering kiss on Chloe's forehead to seal their hard-fought victory.
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"She will never be able to step foot near you or our family ever again," Christian promised with absolute conviction. The hallway fell back into a peaceful, heavy silence, broken only by the hum of the hospital ventilation system.
The storm had finally broken, leaving behind a clear, brilliant horizon for both of them to rebuild.
