CHAPTER 7
The ballroom descended into absolute pandemonium, champagne glasses crashing to the floor as socialites scrambled toward the exits. Marcus Vance stood frozen near the staircase, his face turning an ashen gray as he saw Detective Miller leading a team of armed officers into the hall.
“Marcus Vance, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of a minor and conspiracy to commit fraud,” Miller shouted over the din, his voice echoing with authority.
Isabella screamed, trying to run toward the back service stairs, but she was intercepted by two officers who tackled her to the hardwood floor. Marcus reached for his phone, likely trying to call his high-priced lawyers, but an officer slapped the device out of his hand.
“It’s over, Marcus,” Miller said, stepping closer and pinning the billionaire against the grand, sweeping staircase. “The offshore accounts have been frozen, and the forgery evidence has been submitted to the DA.”
In the chaos, Elena sprinted through the main entrance, her eyes scanning the room with frantic desperation. She didn't care about the police, the cameras, or the wealthy onlookers; she only cared about the child upstairs.
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“Mateo!” she shrieked, sprinting toward the grand staircase, her hair disheveled and her dress torn from her dash through the bushes.
She saw the bedroom door upstairs open, and Mateo burst out, racing toward the railing. “Mommy!” he cried, his voice cutting through the noise like a beacon.
