Chapter 6 - The Fall of Montgomery
The heavy iron doors of the estate burst open twenty minutes later, breaking the quiet rain with the flashing red and blue lights of half a dozen law enforcement vehicles.
State troopers and federal agents flooded the grand foyer, their boots echoing loudly against the marble floors. The guests in the drawing room were released after brief statements were taken, fleeing into the night like shadows escaping a collapsing building. The news would leak by morning, but I no longer cared about stock prices or corporate mergers.
Vivienne was led out in handcuffs, wrapped in her sapphire gown, her face pale and lifeless. She didn't scream or cry. She simply stared at me with pure, unadulterated hatred as the officers guided her into the back of a black sedan. Julian followed shortly after, weeping openly as agents escorted him away, carrying bags of confiscated servers and hard drives from my study.
I stood on the front porch of the estate, the cool damp night air filling my lungs. Marco walked up beside me, handing me a warm cup of coffee.
“The District Attorney says the confession recorded over the house system, combined with the digital ledger and the coroner’s testimony, is airtight,” Marco said quietly. “She won’t see the light of day for the rest of her life.”
“And the financial assets?” I asked, taking a sip.
“Julian opened all the blind trusts. Every dollar stolen from your accounts has been recovered and frozen. Once the legal proceedings wrap up, the funds will be restored.”
I turned back toward the warm lights of the house. “And Rosie?”
“She’s asleep downstairs,” Marco said, his tone softening. “The nanny said she fell asleep right after you promised her she was safe.”
I walked back inside, leaving the circus of police cars and flashing lights behind. I navigated the long hallways, past the towering portraits and expensive art, until I reached the guest suite where Rosie was staying.
The small room was cozy, lit only by a warm yellow nightlight. Rosie was tucked under a heavy blanket, her tiny hand still holding tight to the ears of her stuffed rabbit. On the nightstand beside her bed sat the small, hand-carved platinum ring.
I pulled up a chair and sat quietly by her bed.
I thought about Sofia. I remembered her quiet dignity, her dedication, and the gentle pride she took in raising her daughter in a world that often ignored people like her. I had treated her as an employee, a background figure in my grand estate, while she had been fighting quietly to protect her child from the snakes entering my life.
I had failed Sofia while she was alive. I was not going to fail her child.
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I reached out and gently touched Rosie’s forehead, smoothing back a lock of her dark hair.
“I promise you, little one,” I whispered into the quiet room. “No one will ever hurt you again.”
