Chapter 2 - The Admiral’s WrathThe rescue operation was executed with ruthless military precision. Within sixty seconds of my distress signal, armed Coast Guard commandos boarded Victoria’s jet ski, pinning her against the handlebars and placing her under immediate arrest for attempted maritime murder and federal kidnapping.
Paramedics immediately administered emergency intravenous fluids and fetal monitoring, confirming that while labor had been dangerously induced by the trauma and the sedatives, my son was still fighting for life. Down on the dock, Admiral Hector Sterling stepped off the military transport flanked by a dozen armed marines, his four-star insignia gleaming coldly in the sun as he confronted my husband. Julian stammered, attempting to maintain his corporate composure and invent a frantic husband narrative, but my father silenced him with a single, devastating backhand that sent Julian sprawling across the wooden planks. "You tried to murder my daughter and my unborn grandchild on a toy you didn't even know who funded," my father stated, his voice a lethal growl. Julian was handcuffed, zip-tied, and thrown into the back of a tactical detainment boat, stripped of his luxury, his pride, and his freedom before he even understood the full magnitude of the empire crashing down around him.
