Chapter 12 - The Tables TurnStripped of her social backing, her wealth, and her legal immunity, Victoria watched in helpless rage as the officers closed the distance. The high-society guests had already begun quietly exiting the hall through the side doors, eager to distance themselves from the disgraced matriarch before their own reputations were tainted.

"Vanessa... please," Victoria muttered, her voice dropping into a desperate, trembling plea as she looked across the table. "We are family. Do not do this to me."
Vanessa looked down at the woman who had terrorized her household for years. There was no triumph in her heart—only a profound, liberating sense of peace.
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"Family doesn't starve children or lock them away in the dark, Victoria," Vanessa answered quietly. "You taught me what cruelty looks like. Today, I am teaching you what accountability feels like."
The cold steel cuffs clicked firmly around Victoria’s wrists, silencing her protests once and for all as the officers guided her away from the grand dining room toward the exit.
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