Chapter 6 - The Debt Collected
I watched the security feed in absolute shock as Viktor Volkov smiled at the camera.
My father had never mentioned any ties to the criminal underworld.
But he was a man who calculated every possible risk, and apparently, he had secured a brutal insurance policy for me.
Brendan stared at Viktor in complete confusion.
"What are you talking about?" Brendan whimpered, his face pressed into the gravel driveway.
"You owe me ten million dollars," Viktor explained calmly.
"But Nora bought your debt from me this afternoon."
Viktor pulled a heavy steel crowbar from the trunk of his SUV.
"I am just here to collect the collateral on her behalf."
Brendan screamed as Viktor's men dragged him into the mansion.
I watched through the internal cameras as they systematically destroyed everything Brendan loved.
They smashed his priceless art collection, destroyed his luxury cars, and completely gutted his home office.
They didn't touch a single hair on his head, but they broke his entire world into pieces.
Samantha, who had been hiding upstairs, was dragged down to the living room.
Viktor’s men stripped her of the expensive jewelry she had bought with my daughter's medical money.
"Leave me alone, I'm just his girlfriend!" Samantha shrieked, trying to run toward the door.
Viktor blocked her path.
"You are an accomplice to the theft of a child's medical funds," Viktor growled.
"Nobody leaves this house until Nora says so."
My phone rang, and Viktor's name flashed on the screen.
"The estate is secured, Nora," Viktor said respectfully.
"What do you want me to do with them?"
I thought about Chloe's empty room and the cold, unfeeling way Brendan had treated her.
I didn't want them dead; death was far too easy for what they had done.
"Bring them to the charity gala tomorrow night," I instructed Viktor.
"I want the entire city to see exactly who they really are."
Viktor chuckled darkly.
"It will be my absolute pleasure," he promised.
I hung up the phone and finally allowed myself to sleep for a few hours.
The next evening, I put on a stunning white evening gown and prepared for the final strike.
The Fairchilds were hosting a massive charity gala to maintain their public image of philanthropy.
It was the perfect stage to burn their empire to the ground.
But as I stepped into my town car, Raymond grabbed my arm with a terrified look on his face.
"Nora, we have a massive problem," Raymond warned.
"Samantha Hayes isn't just Brendan's mistress."
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He handed me a classified dossier that his private investigators had just intercepted.
"She is an undercover federal informant, and she just requested an immediate extraction."
