Chapter 4 - THE MATRIARCH IN HANDCUFFS
Beatrice’s manicured hands trembled in outrage as the cold metal cuffs snapped tightly around her delicate wrists.
"Unhand me this instant! Do you know who I am? My family owns half of this city!" she roared fiercely.
"You have the right to remain silent, Mrs. Montgomery," the officer recited calmly, guiding her toward the exit.
High-society guests pulled out their smartphones, capturing the historic fall of Atlanta’s most arrogant matriarch on video.
Julian took a step toward his mother, his eyes filled with a chaotic mixture of grief, confusion, and horror.
"Mom... did you really steal Lily from Clara seven years ago?" Julian asked, his voice shaking with profound betrayal.
Beatrice didn't answer, glaring at Clara with psychotic, venomous hatred as she was escorted down the front steps.
"You will rot in prison for this, Clara! You are nothing without the Montgomery name!" Beatrice shrieked into the night.
The heavy mahogany doors clicked shut behind her, leaving a suffocating, heavy silence hanging in the ruined hall.
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Clara knelt down to dry Lily’s tears, kissing her curly brown hair with desperate, maternal affection.
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