Chapter 11
Sebastian and Edmund were sentenced to ten years in prison.
I pulled a few strings to ensure they’d share a cell block with some of the most notorious inmates.
Before long, word came from the prison. Sebastian wanted to see me.
Curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see what remained of the man who once commanded boardrooms in tailored suits.
When I arrived at the visitation room, I almost didn’t recognize him. The once–impeccably groomed executive was now gaunt, with dark circles under bloodshot eyes. His perfectly styled hair had grown out unevenly, and a fading bruise colored his left cheekbone.
He shuffled toward his seat with an awkward, pained gait–a far cry from his once–confident stride. When he tried to sit, he winced sharply and immediately stood back up.
He picked up the phone with trembling hands, his voice barely above a whisper. “Anastasia, please… I need your help.”
“It’s only been two months,” he continued, tears streaming down his hollow cheeks. “I’ve been to the infirmary three times already. Always for… rectal trauma. My cellmates, they take turns… every night…” His voice broke as he struggled to maintain composure.
I leaned forward slightly. “You mean you’re being sexually assaulted? Like you arranged to have done to me when you drugged your own wife?”
His face contorted. “It’s different! What they’re doing to me is—”
“Karma,” I interrupted coldly. “You drugged me and arranged for me to be violated while unconscious. Now you’re experiencing what that feels like from the other side.”
“Please,” he begged, his former arrogance completely shattered. “You could speak to someone, get me transferred to another facility. I’m not going to survive ten years of this.”
I studied him for a moment. “No. Seeing you like this gives me exactly the closure I needed.”
His expression shifted instantly from desperate to furious. The mask fell away completely.
“You vindictive bitch!” he snarled, slamming his fist against the glass. “You think you’ve won? I still have connections! When I get out-”
I hung up the phone mid–threat and stood, smoothing my skirt. His muted screams followed me as I turned away, his face purple with rage as guards moved to restrain him.
I didn’t look back.
Outside the prison gates, the spring sunshine felt cleansing. My assistant opened an umbrella to shield me from the bright rays as our driver pulled the car around.
“How did it go?” she asked cautiously.
“Perfectly,” I replied, sliding into the back seat. “Sterling Associates stock is up twelve percent this quarter, correct?”
“Yes, and the merger with your grandmother’s company is proceeding ahead of schedule.”
I smiled, closing my eyes briefly as we pulled away.
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Chapter 11
The weight I’d carried for years had finally lifted.
The road ahead was clear, the future bright, and for the first time in a very long time, I was genuinely looking forward to tomorrow.
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