Chapter 6 - THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF VARGAS
The seventy-two hours of arrogant legal maneuvers the Vargas family had attempted dissolved into a pathetic, high-pitched wail of pure terror.
As the federal marshals closed in on the platform, the heavy metallic click of the steel restraints closing around Celeste’s wrists was the most satisfying sound I had ever heard in my sixty-three years of life.
"You can't do this to me!" Celeste screamed, her body shaking violently as she was forced down onto her knees on the polished floorboard, her diamonds clinking loudly against the wood.
"I am a Vargas, and that gold-digging parasite doesn't belong in our bloodline!"
"She fell, as it was an accident!"
"The unedited video from your own pantry camera says otherwise, Celeste," I said, stepping onto the platform and looking down at her with dead, unyielding eyes.
The massive projector screens behind the judge's podium instantly illuminated, displaying the high-definition footage of the staircase.
The entire gallery watched in breathless, paralyzed horror as the recording played on a continuous loop, showing the exact moment Celeste violently shoved my pregnant daughter down the stairs.
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They watched Marcos standing at the top of the landing, calmly adjusting his watch while his sister repeatedly kicked his weeping wife in the stomach.
"Marcos Vargas, you are officially under arrest for corporate conspiracy, domestic chemical abuse, and criminal accessory to attempted murder," the lead marshal announced, locking the steel constraints around his wrists as his family’s empire permanently collapsed into the dust.
