Chapter 7 - The Arrest
"Get on your knees," Detective Miller commanded, forcing Derek down to the floor and pinning his arms behind his back with practiced efficiency.
The sharp click of steel handcuffs locking around Derek’s wrists sounded like sweet poetry in the quiet office.
Derek thrashing against the cold floor, looking up at me with eyes full of terror and pathetic desperation. "Genevieve! Please! Tell them it was a mistake! I was just angry! I wouldn't have hurt you!"
"You came into my office after hours with a deadly weapon, Derek," I said, walking around my desk and standing over him, looking down without a shred of pity. "Just like you locked me in that bedroom three days ago. You thought I was helpless. You thought every woman in your life would submit to your cruelty."
Detective Miller pulled Derek to his feet, hauling him toward the door.
Downstairs in the main lobby, news cameras were already flashing wildly behind the glass doors. Julian Vance had tipped off every major financial paper in the state.
As Derek was escorted through the lobby in chains, reporters swarmed the entrance, filming the disgraced heir of Miller Holdings being stuffed into the back of a police cruiser.
Standing on the mezzanine above the lobby, Evelyn Miller—who had arrived with her high-priced defense attorney to attempt an out-of-court settlement—watched her son being hauled away.
Her regal facade was completely shattered. She clutched her pearl necklace, her eyes wide with horrified realization as she met my gaze across the balcony.
I gave her a small, polite nod—the exact same icy smile I had offered her when I walked up the stairs after her son threw the grease rag in my face.
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She had tried to teach a new bride her place.
Instead, she had watched her dynasty fall to pieces at the hands of the woman she underestimated.
