Chapter 8 - CHECKMATE
Victoria shrieked, lunging at Clara, her manicured claws aiming for Clara’s eyes.
Julian caught Victoria’s wrist mid-air, his grip like iron. "Don't you ever touch her again."
Two FBI agents, who had been quietly enjoying the buffet near the back of the room, stepped forward. They had been building the perjury case all week, waiting for Victoria to officially file the fraudulent documents in family court.
"Victoria Vance," the lead agent said, snapping handcuffs over her diamond bracelets. "You are under arrest for perjury, fraud, and violating the terms of your bail."
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Victoria screamed obscenities as she was dragged out of the ballroom in her ballgown, her mascara running down her face, the flashes of the paparazzi blinding her. It was the absolute, total destruction of her empire of lies.
Julian dropped the microphone, turned to Clara, and right there, in front of the mayor, the press, and Chicago’s elite, he kissed her. The ballroom erupted in applause.
