Chapter 4 - The Fall of Hollis GlobalHarrison Hollis’s face went paper-white. The arrogant, booming tone in his voice withered into a pale, sickening silence.
"You... you bought my debt bonds?!" Hollis choked out, his hands trembling violently.
"I bought your debt bonds, Harrison," Damian revealed flatly, every word dropped like a slab of cold granite. "And my cyber-forensics team extracted four hundred encrypted emails between your daughter Claire and secondary syndicate buyers in Chicago... disclosing a plan to launder twenty million dollars through my private logistics accounts."
Claire let out a high-pitched, pathetic shriek of pure terror, stumbling back against her chair. "Dad! He's lying! I didn't launder anything!"
Leo stepped forward, setting an encrypted tablet flat onto the table and projecting the certified banking logs directly onto the ballroom's wall monitor.
The red numbers illuminated the room:
UNAUTHORIZED TRANSFERS: $20 MILLION — Executed by Claire Hollis via offshore shell trusts.
SEIZED DEBT BONDS — Formally acquired by the Mara Bennett Charitable Trust.
IMMEDIATE ARREST WARRANTS — Issued by the United States Attorney’s Office for Corporate Extortion and Wire Fraud.
Four uniformed Federal Marshals, accompanied by two lead prosecutors from the Southern District of New York, stepped into the ballroom holding heavy steel handcuffs.
CLICK. CLICK.
Heavy steel handcuffs locked around Harrison Hollis’s wrists first as he wept in pathetic defeat.
CLICK. CLICK.
A second set of cuffs locked around Claire Hollis’s wrists. She thrashed wildly, screaming curses at me as federal agents dragged her and her father flat across the carpet toward the double doors in chains.
The two hundred corporate guests in the ballroom stood silent, then erupted into a warm, respectful applause as Damian turned back toward me.
He walked up to my chair, dropping onto one knee flat on the carpet before me, taking my hand into his broad palm, bringing my knuckles to his lips for a slow, reverent kiss under the glittering chandeliers.
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"Your court is clean, my queen," Damian whispered softly into my ear.
I offered a radiant, breathtaking smile—a look of pure, unbroken happiness that lit up my face.
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