Chapter 8 - Dragged Out In Disgrace
Two federal agents grabbed Richard by his custom Brioni suit jacket, hauling him off his feet as he thrashed helplessly.
“Ava! Please! Tell your father to stop! We have a son together!” Richard screamed, his face red and tear-stained as he was dragged across the floor.
“My son doesn't have a father named Richard,” I replied, my voice devoid of any lingering hesitation or pity.
“He has a mother who will never let anyone lay a finger on him again.”
Eleanor was hoisted up by her arms, her pink tweed blazer torn at the shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably as her social standing vanished forever.
They were hauled out through the front doors, shoved unceremoniously into the back of an unmarked federal transport van waiting in the driveway.
The heavy iron gates swung closed behind them with a definitive, echoing metallic thud that signaled the end of their reign of terror.
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The remaining guests, cowering against the far walls, were escorted off the property by security without a single word spoken.
Silence finally settled over the grand Greenwich mansion, broken only by the gentle ticking of the antique grandfather clock near the stairs.
