Chapter 6 - THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF ETHAN
The ninety-six hours following the grand jury presentation witnessed the total, systematic liquidation of the Vance family’s existence.
The multi-million-dollar estate was sealed with federal foreclosure notices, its glittering crystal chandeliers darkened forever.
The custom vehicles, the designer clothing, and every asset they had accumulated through their thefts were seized by the treasury.
Ethan was led through the prisoner corridor in a standard orange institutional jumpsuit, his entitlement completely stripped away.
"Maya, please! You can't leave us in this place!" he sobbed frantically, his nails scratching against the reinforced glass partition.
"We are family! Think of our reputation in this city! You cannot destroy my mother's life over a simple argument about coffee!"
"You told me that a wife must be corrected early, Ethan," I said down to him, my voice completely devoid of any remaining warmth.
"The ledger is perfectly balanced, your corporate empire is erased, and your position in my world is permanently closed."
The district attorney moved with a clinical speed that left no room for high-society political influence or corporate bribes.
May you like
By Thursday afternoon, the state supreme court officially executed the permanent transfer of all Vance operations to our foundation.
The long, suffocating night of their domestic cruelty and public vanity had finally burned away, leaving nothing but the clean space of our survival.
