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Joseph reached out, his hand trembling as his fingers brushed his mother’s frail, cold wrist. Up close, under the dim accent lights of the sub-zero refrigerator, Evelyn looked like a ghost inhabiting her own skin. Her sunken cheeks and bruised eyelids told a story far different from the reports he received during his board meetings. / Chapter 7 / 8

Chapter 7 - The Mastermind’s Downfall

As the agents slapped heavy steel handcuffs onto Sloane’s wrists, she looked at Joseph, her eyes wide with terror, desperation, and venom.

“Joseph! Please!” she screamed, her voice cracking as the aristocratic facade shattered completely. “They made me do it! Marcus forced me! He threatened to kill me if I didn’t give him access to your accounts! Joseph, I love you! Look at me! You know me!”

Joseph walked over to her slowly. He pulled a pristine white handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped a smudge of lip gloss from her cheek.

“I know who you presented yourself to be,” Joseph said, his voice terrifyingly calm. “A soft, loving woman who cared for an old mother. But behind that face... you’re just a parasite.”

He turned to the lead agent, Assistant Special Agent in Charge Miller. “Agent Miller, do you have the secondary warrants?”

“We do, Mr. Calloway,” Miller confirmed, holding up a file. “Wire fraud, attempted murder, elder abuse, corporate espionage, and conspiracy to commit capital treason. Miss Mercer is looking at consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole.”

Sloane began to weep hysterical, ugly tears, her body collapsing against the agents holding her up. “Joseph! You can’t leave me in prison! I’m your wife!”

“Not anymore,” Joseph said softly. “The annulment papers were signed by a judge two hours ago on the grounds of fraud and attempted homicide. You entered this house with nothing, Sloane. And you will leave it in an orange jumpsuit.”

As the agents dragged Sloane and Marcus away down the long, marble corridors, Joseph didn't watch them leave. He walked straight past the flashing police lights and the chaos toward the pantry wing.

He opened the door softly.

Evelyn was sitting on a plush chair Joseph had brought in earlier, wrapped in a warm cashmere blanket, holding a warm mug of soup prepared by an emergency medical team.

She looked up at her son, her eyes wide with lingering fear. “Is... is she gone, Joey?”

Joseph dropped to his knees in front of his mother, burying his face in her lap just as he had done when he was a fourteen-year-old boy weeping after his father’s funeral.

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“She’s gone, Mom,” Joseph sobbed, letting the weight of the last three years melt away into the fabric of her blanket. “She’s never coming back. No one is ever going to hurt you again.”

Evelyn’s frail, bone-thin hand reached out, softly stroking her son’s hair. “I knew you’d fix it, baby,” she whispered softly. “You always build things strong.”

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