PART 8: THE SEIZURE
PART 8: THE SEIZURE
Two days later, the second hammer fell.
It was a chilly Thursday afternoon, the fog rolling heavily off the city river.
Doña Victoria was stepping out of her private black sedan in front of her luxury estate.
She wore a long fur coat, her diamond rings catching the dim winter light.
Suddenly, three federal SUVs tore up the gravel driveway, blocking her car.
An agent in a dark blue windbreaker stepped out, holding a white envelope.
"Doña Victoria Valenzuela?" the agent called out.
Victoria froze, her face turning ashen. "What is the meaning of this? My lawyers handled the court fees."
"This isn't about fees, ma'am," the agent said, his voice flat. "This is an asset seizure warrant for the blind trust The White Carriage. You have twenty-four hours to vacate this property."
Victoria’s hand flew to her mouth, her designer bag slipping from her fingers into the mud.
Exactly the way she had watched me suffer without raising a hand to help.
Sitting in a silver SUV parked fifty yards away down the street was Alejandro.
He watched his childhood home get surrounded by yellow police tape.
He didn't smirk.
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He didn't celebrate.
He simply shifted the car into drive, turning his back on his family's stolen empire forever.
