Chapter 11
Heavy police sirens wailed in the distance, growing exponentially louder with every passing second as multiple cruisers swarmed the gravel driveway. Victoria’s face drained of color instantly, her silver hair standing out against her dark blazer as panic finally gripped her soul.
“What is that noise? Who called the local authorities to this house at two in the morning?” Victoria shrieked, spinning toward Julian. “I didn't call anyone, Mom; I swear I locked down the estate network!” Julian panicked, dropping the calm demeanor entirely.
Elena raised her phone triumphantly, showing the screen displaying an automatic GPS distress beacon triggered the moment she opened the secure library safe. “Arthur’s firm installed a live-sync panic app on my device connected directly to federal marshals and local precinct dispatch,” Elena revealed.
Victoria lunged forward like a striking viper, grabbing the phone from Elena’s hand and smashing it against the marble fireplace hearth with furious force. But it was far too late; the encrypted transmission had already uploaded the diary contents and GPS coordinates to the cloud server.
Heavy tactical boots thundered against the front portico, followed by the deafening sound of the grand oak doors being forced open by federal agents. “Federal Marshals! Nobody move! Drop whatever is in your hands immediately!” a commanding voice echoed through the sprawling foyer.
Flashlights cut through the darkness of the library, painting the walls in blinding beams of white light as armed officers swarmed the room. Julian raised his hands slowly above his head, his face turning pale as steel handcuffs were snapped tightly around his wrists.
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Victoria stood frozen, her silver hair unravelling as she stared at the badges gleaming under the emergency lights with pure, unmitigated hatred. “You ruined everything, you ungrateful little parasite; we built an empire, and you destroyed it in forty-eight hours,” Victoria spat venomously.
“You built a prison of corpses and lies, Victoria; and your sentence starts right now,” Elena replied calmly, stepping past the handcuffed mother and son.
