Chapter 9
Victoria let out a piercing, blood-curdling scream of defeat, scratching her fingernails against the Persian rug in unadulterated madness.
"You ruined us! You ruined everything we built!" Victoria shrieked at Jaxson as federal marshals approached her with steel handcuffs.
Jaxson didn't even dignify her hysterical outburst with a glance, keeping his protective arm draped securely around Elizabeth’s shoulders.
"Take her away and make sure she receives no special treatment in holding," Marcus ordered the marshals with icy professionalism.
Two officers grabbed Victoria by her arms, hoisting her up and dragging her kicking and screaming out of the grand mansion hall.
The heavy crimson velvet dress dragged across the marble floor, leaving behind a symbolic trail of defeat as the doors closed behind her.
Elizabeth took a deep, shuddering breath of clean air, feeling the suffocating weight of twenty years of abuse finally lift from her chest.
"I don't even know how to begin thanking you, Jaxson," Elizabeth murmured, looking up at him with profound, unwavering gratitude.
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"You don't have to thank me for reclaiming our bloodline, Elizabeth," Jaxson replied, offering a rare, gentle smile that softened his rugged face.
"We still have to audit the basement vaults where the rest of our family heirlooms and legal documents are locked away."
