Chapter 5: The True Heir Claims Her Place
The descent from high-society royalty to a pair of cold steel handcuffs took less than sixty seconds. Chloe screamed, thrashing against the federal agents as they pinned her arms behind her back, her designer wedding veil tearing off and fluttering down onto the floor like a discarded rag.
As she was dragged past Genevieve, she hissed with venomous hatred, "You ruined everything! You should have stayed dead!"
Genevieve didn't even blink. She simply looked down at the ruined wedding cake staining the marble, then back up at the terrified, murmuring crowd of elites who had spent the last hour praising the very woman who had tried to erase her.
"Greed always leaves a paper trail, Chloe," Genevieve said softly. "You just forgot that some names can't be bought, and some blood can't be spilled twice."
The doors closed behind the federal agents, taking the disgraced bride away into the cold night air. The ballroom was left in an uneasy, shell-shocked hush.
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Genevieve turned to Captain Miller and nodded. She didn't bother wiping the remaining red velvet frosting from her cheek. She was done hiding. She walked up the dais, passing the stunned groom without a single glance, and took her place at the center of the stage.
The multi-billion-dollar empire that had been stolen from her was already returning to its true owner. The game of imitation was over, and the real Sinclair had finally come home.
