Chapter 8 - Protecting Little Mia From The Media Circus Outside
Within an hour, news of the aborted estate bombing and high-profile political arrests broke across every major American television network.
Satellite news vans lined the long, gated driveway of the Connecticut mansion, flashing bright spotlights against the stone perimeter walls.
Damian wrapped his heavy black velvet suit jacket around little Mia’s shoulders, shielding her face from the flashing media cameras.
Clara walked beside them, holding a hot cup of coffee provided by emergency medical services working out on the driveway.
“Where will you take Mia now?” Clara asked softly, watching the little girl sleep peacefully in Damian’s strong arms.
“She’s coming with me to my private compound in Maine,” Damian replied, his stern eyes softening as he looked at Mia.
“Her mother was my sister, Clara. Samuel Sterling kept Mia hidden from me for six years to secure her trust fund.”
“Now that Samuel is going to federal prison, I am taking full legal custody of my niece, and nobody will ever hurt her.”
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Clara nodded with deep respect, knowing that Damian’s private estate in the Maine mountains was an unbreachable fortress of security.
They stepped into a black bulletproof SUV, leaving the chaos of the Connecticut estate behind as they drove into the night.
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