Chapter 4: The Sound of Retribution
“Talk?” Elena tilted her head, her gaze shifting to the open doorway. Behind her, a line of uniformed officers appeared, their presence confirming what the Sinclair family had feared most.
“There’s nothing left to say,” Elena continued. “The key you were looking for, Julian? It didn’t just open a vault. It opened the digital files you kept on the encrypted laptop—the one you thought you’d hidden in the cellar. Every embezzlement, every bribe, every falsified document… it was all synced to a remote server the moment I walked into the light.”
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Clara looked at the police, then at Beatrice, then at the scattered papers on the floor. She realized with a sinking, icy dread that the 'fortune' she had been stealing was already gone. The accounts were frozen, the assets were seized, and their reputations were already being dismantled in the press.
“You didn’t just lose the house,” Beatrice added, walking over to stand beside Elena. “You lost your freedom. I didn’t plan to die in this house, Julian. I planned to watch you wake up in a cage of your own design.”
