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Chapter 10 - The Unraveling of the Elite

The socialites—Vanessa and her friend—were shoved down onto the concrete a few feet away, their designer dresses staining instantly against the grime of the warehouse floor. They were hyperventilating, entirely unaccustomed to the raw, unpolished violence of the underworld.

"Please," Vanessa wept, her mascara running in dark streaks down her cheeks. "My husband... my children... let us go! We didn't do anything!"

"You sat in my living room and laughed while my five-year-old daughter was locked upstairs, denied food and water because she dared to interrupt your shallow, pathetic gossip," I said, looking down at them as if they were insects beneath my boot. "You think motherhood is a social club. You think wealth grants immunity from basic human decency. Tonight, you learn the price of admission."

Kael stepped forward, holding a heavy manila folder. He handed it to me without a word. I flipped it open, scanning the printed financial summaries inside.

"Vanessa, your husband Marcus isn't just embezzling from the city council," I said, reading aloud from the document. "He’s been skimming from the municipal children's hospital fund. Three point two million dollars siphoned over four years. How poetic that you were starving my child while your husband was stealing from everyone else's."

Vanessa gasped, clutching her chest as the devastating truth of her family's impending destruction hit her like a physical blow. Her husband’s white-collar crimes, which she had happily funded with luxury shopping sprees, were now laid bare before the most dangerous man in the hemisphere.

"And Cynthia," I turned my gaze toward my sister-in-law, who was curled into a trembling ball on the cold floor. "For five years, you lived in my guest house rent-free. You insulted my cooking, mocked my profession, and acted as Caroline's warden, making sure Lily never experienced a moment of warmth or affection."

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Cynthia shook her head frantically, unable to form a coherent sentence, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Sorry is a currency with zero exchange rate in my world," I stated flatly. "Kael, process them."

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