Chapter 6 - The ArrestThe murmur of shock that rippled through the crowd was louder than the initial silence when Roman and I had first walked in.
The lead marshal bypassed the terrified guests, walking straight up to Judge Arthur Davies. He pulled a folded warrant from his inside pocket and held it out with clinical indifference.
"Arthur Davies, you are being placed under arrest for wire fraud, money laundering, and corruption of municipal zoning laws," the marshal announced, his voice echoing off the crystal chandeliers.
Khloe screamed, dropping to her knees as her silk-and-gold gown pooled around her on the marble floor. "Daddy! Make them stop! Tell them who you are!"
The judge didn't move. He looked old, suddenly—his shoulders caved in, the arrogant judicial posture evaporating under the weight of concrete reality. He didn't look at his daughter; instead, his bloodshot eyes drifted slowly across the room until they rested on Roman Costa.
"You did this," Davies rasped, his voice trembling with venom. "You destroyed a family over a property dispute?"
Roman didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. "You built an empire on stolen ground, Arthur. I just reminded the city who owns the dirt underneath it."
As the cuffs clicked around the judge's wrists, the illusion of the Davies-Reynolds alliance shattered into a million glittering pieces. The high-society donors who had spent the evening sipping champagne and congratulating themselves on their untouchable status suddenly found themselves looking anywhere else, terrified that Roman’s gaze might land on them next.
Caleb stood frozen beside his collapsing bride, looking like a man trapped in a burning building with no exits. His mother had retreated to a corner, sobbing hysterically into a lace handkerchief as her social standing dissolved in real-time.
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"Come on, Sadi," Roman murmured, his hand gently guiding me toward the exit. "The show’s over."
We turned our backs on the wreckage, walking down the grand staircase side-by-side as the flashbulbs went off once more—not to capture a society wedding, but to record the absolute destruction of the city's most powerful hypocrites.
