Chapter 6 - THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF MENDOZA
The ninety-six hours following the federal grand jury presentation witnessed the total, systematic liquidation of the Mendoza family’s public existence.
Their personal bank accounts were permanently frozen, and the luxury villa they had used to parade their false status was sealed with federal foreclosure tags.
Renata’s expensive engagement gifts, the diamond earrings she had worn, and every asset they had accumulated through their thefts were seized by the treasury.
Diego was led through the high-security prisoner corridor in a standard institutional jumpsuit, his custom-tailored posture entirely gone.
"Mariana, please! You can't let them take everything!" he screamed, his hands slamming against the reinforced glass partition as I rolled past.
"We are family! Think of our unborn child's reputation in this city! You cannot leave my mother without a place to live!"
"You didn't think of our child when you stood silent while your sister poured boiling tea over my legs to break my spirit, Diego," I said.
"The ledger is perfectly balanced, your family name is permanently erased, and your position in my world is closed."
The district attorney moved with a clinical speed that left no room for high-society influence or political corporate interventions.
By Thursday afternoon, the state supreme court officially executed the permanent transfer of all Mendoza holdings to my exclusive legal control.
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The long, suffocating night of their domestic cruelty and public arrogance had finally burned away, leaving nothing but the quiet, clean space of our survival.
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