Chapter 6 - The Fall of Sienna
Sienna didn't even make it out of the hotel lobby.
As she tried to slip through the side exit to avoid reporters, Caleb Sterling stepped into her path, holding a fresh federal arrest warrant.
"Sienna Martinez," Caleb said calmly, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his coat. "You are under arrest for federal wire fraud, attempted corporate espionage, and conspiracy to commit murder."
"This is a mistake! You have no proof!" Sienna screamed, flailing as officers grabbed her wrists. "Brandon signed everything! He was the one who wanted her dead! Put him in cuffs, not me!"
"We have the offshore account records, Sienna," Caleb replied, his voice cool and unwavering. "We found the $500,000 transfer you made to the night-shift anesthesiologist to delay Tasha’s emergency delivery. He confessed an hour ago."
The revelation sent shockwaves through the lobby. Brandon, who was standing near the doors being escorted out by security, stopped in his tracks, horror dawning on his face. Sienna hadn't just watched Tasha die—she had deliberately caused the medical emergency that caused Tasha’s heart to stop.
Sienna thrashed against the officers, her hair falling into her face, her gold dress twisted and ruined as she was forced down onto the marble floor. The press cameras flashed relentlessly, capturing every second of her disgraced downfall for the front pages of every newspaper in the country.
Tasha stood at the top of the lobby grand stairs, looking down at the woman who had tried to steal her life, her children, and her legacy.
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Sienna looked up, her eyes wide with frantic, bitter rage. "You should be dead!" she screamed as she was dragged toward the police cruiser. "You were supposed to die!"
Tasha simply leaned over the banister, adjusted her diamond bracelet, and replied, "I came back to clean up your mess."
