Chapter 9 - The Eviction and ArrestBy six o'clock that evening, the fallout from the wedding scandal was absolute.

While Grant and Vivian sat in separate holding cells at the central precinct, my legal team executed an emergency judicial order recovering every asset Grant had tried to steal.

The five-million-dollar bank loan was officially canceled. The lake estate and the downtown penthouse were placed back under the exclusive control of my family’s irrevocable trust.

At seven o'clock, Daniel and a team of Vance Security guards arrived at the luxury penthouse where Grant and Vivian had lived.

Vivian’s husband, Arthur Mercer Sr., who had remained silent for years while his wife terrorized everyone around her, opened the door in a state of complete shock.

“Mr. Mercer,” Daniel said, handing him an eviction notice. “Your wife and son used this property as collateral for illegal bank loans. The lease has been terminated effective immediately. You have two hours to remove your personal belongings.”

Arthur Sr. looked at the eviction paper, then dropped his head in quiet, utter defeat. He didn't fight. He didn't argue. He simply packed his clothes into two suitcases and left the building.

Meanwhile, in Interrogation Room B at the police station, Grant sat slumped in a chair, his head buried in his hands, staring at the floor.

Prosecutor Sarah Jenkins sat across from him, laying out the mountain of evidence: the forged loan documents, the fake power of attorney, and the medical records proving my daughter’s trust was untouchable.

“Mr. Mercer,” Prosecutor Jenkins said flatly. “Your wife’s legal team has offered a plea bargain. If you plead guilty to bank fraud and sign over all parental rights to your daughter, the state will recommend a reduced sentence of eight years.”

Grant looked up, his eyes hollow, red, and swollen from crying. “Sign over my parental rights...?”

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“Hannah does not want your name on her daughter’s birth certificate,” Jenkins replied coldly. “And given your actions in that hospital room, no judge in this state will ever grant you visitation.”

Grant stared at the plea document, took a trembling breath, and signed his name on the dotted line—surrendering his daughter forever.