Chapter 4 - The Ultimate Showdown
Panic and rage are a volatile combination for a man who has never known defeat, and Roman snapped.
Within an hour, his frantic phone calls to Claire yielded nothing; the moment her credit cards were declined and she realized Roman was a penniless nobody, she blocked his number and vanished from the penthouse suite without a trace.
Desperate, humiliated, and operating on pure adrenaline, Roman drove his luxury car—which was now legally owned by Vanguard Global—straight to the private medical center where Savannah had secretly arranged to give birth.
He burst through the double doors of the VIP maternity wing, his custom suit disheveled, his eyes wild and bloodshot as he demanded answers from the hospital staff.
But security guards twice his size intercepted him before he could even reach the hallway, their expressions like granite.
As Roman thrashed and shouted threats of lawsuits and ruin, the heavy oak doors of the private suite slowly swung open.
Savannah walked out, perfectly composed, radiant in a cream cashmere lounge set, holding their newborn daughter swaddled safely in her arms.
She looked at Roman not with anger or heartbreak, but with the cold, detached pity one might reserve for a stray insect.
“Looking for me, Roman?” her voice cut through the sterile hospital corridor like a razor blade.
Roman stumbled forward, his hands trembling as he stared at the tiny baby girl. “Savannah… please. This is insane. We can fix this. Whatever you want—business, money, the house—”
“You don't own the business, Roman. You don't own the house. And you certainly don't own us,” Savannah interrupted smoothly.
Just then, two federal marshals in dark tactical gear stepped out from the adjoining room, flanked by elite legal counsel.
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Without a single wasted word, they marched straight up to Roman, grabbed his arms, and slapped a pair of cold steel handcuffs around his wrists for corporate fraud, tax evasion, and illegal asset manipulation.
As Roman was dragged away screaming profanities and weeping in sheer terror, Savannah kissed the top of her daughter's head and whispered that the nightmare was finally over.
