CHAPTER 3 — The Fall of Vivian Moretti
By morning, the storm had passed.
But the real storm had just begun.
Police filled the mansion.
Evidence was everywhere—documents, recordings, transactions tied to Vivian’s name.
Human trafficking.
Illegal confinement.
Financial manipulation.
Vivian stood in the center of the grand hall, handcuffed.
“You think this ends me?” she hissed at Alejandro. “People like me don’t fall.”
Alejandro stepped closer, his voice quiet but lethal.
“You already did.”
As she was led away, Vivian turned one last time—her eyes locking on Elena.
Hatred burned there.
But fear burned brighter.
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For the first time in years—
She had no control.
