Chapter 6 - The Morning After The Storm
The morning sun broke over the manicured lawns of the estate, casting a warm golden glow across the American flag on the facade.
I stood by the second-floor window of the master suite, watching the black police cruiser transport Elena to the county detention center.
My name is Ava, though most people in Victor’s inner circle knew me only as the loyal legal counsel who managed his corporate holdings.
After months of gathering evidence behind the scenes, today marked the final collapse of the syndicate Elena had tried to build within our walls.
Victor walked into the bedroom, his dark suit crisp and his angular jawline relaxed for the first time in over a year.
“She’s gone, Ava,” Victor said quietly, walking up beside me and looking out at the retreating police vehicle.
“The federal prosecutor has enough wiretaps to ensure she won't see a courtroom outside of a maximum-security prison.”
“And the boy?” I asked, turning to look at him with a soft, reassuring smile.
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“He’s sleeping peacefully in the nursery with his new nanny,” Victor replied, his dark eyes warming as he looked down at me.
“We finally have our home back, Ava. No more lies, no more fear, and no more secret recordings needed.”
