PART 3: THE DEMOLITION OF AN EMPIRE
The panic inside the ballroom escalated as the federal agents systematically secured the remaining VIPs who had conspired with Lucas. In the background, the confusion among the elite guests was total, with several onlookers clutching their heads in sheer disbelief as the reality of the FBI raid set in.
"This is a mistake! You can't touch us!" a voice shouted from the crowd, though the defiance quickly melted away when an agent flashed a secondary arrest warrant toward the VIP tables.
I stood firm on the checkered marble floor, my posture completely composed in my striking blue gown, keeping my hand resting reassuringly over my baby bump.
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"There are no mistakes here," I stated coldly, looking across the room as the web of corruption unraveled completely. "Every forged document, every unauthorized corporate transfer, and every offshore account has been fully mapped and authenticated."
Lucas stared at me from where he stood cuffed by the agents, his expression entirely broken. The man who had once thought he could strip away my family's legacy and cast me aside was now facing the full weight of federal prosecution, with nowhere left to hide.
