Chapter 6 - The Secret Evidence Played on the Grand Ballroom Screens
The ballroom descended into absolute chaos. Guests stood up from their velvet chairs, murmuring angrily as they realized they had been invited to witness a fraudulent spectacle financed by stolen money. Several high-profile business partners of my father immediately stood up, pulled out their phones, and began canceling their investments and corporate associations with Stellin’s firms on the spot.
Sutton burst into frantic tears, her designer veil catching on a floral arrangement as she tried to run toward our parents.
“Turn that off! It’s fake! Fallon edited that video!” Sutton screamed hysterically, pointing a shaking finger toward my wheelchair at the back of the room. “She’s trying to ruin my life out of pure jealousy!”
I wheeled myself forward, stopping just at the edge of the center aisle. My voice, amplified by the wireless microphone Vesper handed me, cut through her screams with absolute clarity.
“You broke my leg because you couldn't stand the sight of me wearing a medical brace in your precious photos, Sutton,” I said steadily, every word carrying across the silent hall. “You stole forty-two thousand dollars from my business accounts to pay for this luxury champagne, and you forged Dad’s signature to take out fraudulent loans using my company as collateral. Every single invoice, bank transfer, and security log is currently being reviewed by federal investigators.”
Stellin stumbled backward, his face turning an alarming shade of gray as he realized the full extent of the legal trap that had closed around him. He lunged forward toward my wheelchair, his expression twisted with blind fury.
“You ungrateful little traitor!” Stellin roared, raising his hand to strike me.
Before his hand could even come close, the two federal enforcement officers accompanying Vesper stepped directly into his path, pinning his arms behind his back with practiced precision and snapping heavy steel handcuffs around his wrists.
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“Stellin Valenti, you are under arrest for grand larceny, wire fraud, and identity theft,” the lead officer announced loudly, reading him his rights in front of three hundred elite witnesses.
Althia collapsed onto the carpeted floor in a heap of expensive silk and fake tears, wailing hysterically as guests hurriedly grabbed their coats and rushed toward the exits, eager to distance themselves from the unfolding criminal scandal.
