Chapter 7 - Ashes of the Empire
Within seventy-two hours, the fall of the Villaseñor family was complete and absolute.
The news outlets picked up the story by Wednesday morning: Prominent Querétaro Developer Faces Federal Fraud Probe and Massive Asset Seizure. Financial journalists dissected how Andrés Villaseñor had leveraged fake corporate identities and forged proxies to stay afloat, only to be crushed by an undisclosed institutional creditor—Horizonte Capital Inmobiliario.
The hacienda where the catastrophic garden party had taken place was seized by court bailiffs on Thursday afternoon. Neighbors and local socialites watched in stunned silence as high-end furniture, crystal chandeliers, and custom art pieces were tagged, loaded onto moving trucks, and carted away to satisfy the outstanding debt.
Doña Patricia was forced to pack her belongings into cheap cardboard boxes and move into a modest, run-down apartment on the far outskirts of the city—ironically, in one of the older, unrenovated buildings that my company had long ago slated for demolition.
Andrés tried to contest the divorce and asset freeze in court, but his high-priced defense lawyers abandoned him the moment they realized his retainer accounts had been completely wiped clean by the embargo. Facing up to fifteen years in federal prison for corporate forgery and wire fraud, he had no choice but to sign every single document my legal team placed in front of him.
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He lost the company, the cars, the social status, and, most importantly, any legal right to his daughters.
The court granted me full, unhindered sole custody, along with a permanent restraining order preventing Andrés and his mother from ever coming within five hundred meters of Sofía and Valentina.
