Chapter 8
Chloe—Elizabeth—gasped softly, her hands flying to her mouth as dormant childhood memories flooded back like a crashing wave.
"Elizabeth Sterling..." she whispered the name as if tasting a forbidden word she had forgotten how to speak.
"My mother used to sing me that exact lullaby before the men in black suits broke into our home," she added, fresh tears streaming down her bruised cheeks.
"And now, little sister, we are going to take back every single square inch of what they stole from our family," Jaxson vowed fiercely.
Before Elizabeth could answer, the heavy mahogany front doors blew wide open with a deafening crash of splintered wood and iron bolts.
A squad of federal marshals in full tactical gear poured into the grand mansion hall, securing every exit with military precision.
Leading the tactical unit was Marcus Thorne, the veteran federal prosecutor who had spent twenty years assisting Jaxson in the shadows.
Marcus stepped across the threshold, his silver-rimmed glasses gleaming under the crystal chandelier as he surveyed the chaotic scene.
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"The perimeter is entirely secure, Jaxson," Marcus reported crisply, his eyes glancing down at the cowering Victoria on the floor.
"And Senator Sterling has just been detained at Washington Dulles International Airport attempting to board a private flight to Zurich."
