PART 2:
Liam stopped, his hand freezing in mid-air. He slowly followed my pointed finger. Mounted discreetly in the corner of the ceiling, blending in with the modern crown molding, was a small, sleek 4K security camera. The tiny LED indicator light on the front was blinking a steady, vibrant red.
"What is that?" Eleanor gasped, taking a step back.
I pulled my smartphone from my pocket, holding it up for both of them to see. It wasn't a text message. It was a live FaceTime call.
"Loud and clear, Olivia," my attorney's crisp, professional voice echoed through the phone speaker. "I have the cloud footage secured. We have him on tape demanding marital assets under duress, admitting to the fraudulent LLC, and we have a clear, undeniable recording of a physical assault."
Liam dropped to his knees right there on the hardwood floor. Literally. The man who had demanded $12,000 from me ten minutes ago was now sobbing into his hands.
"Liv, please..." he choked out, hyperventilating. "You're going to destroy me. I'll go to jail."
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I looked down at him, feeling absolutely nothing. "I know you will," I said calmly. "But we aren't going to negotiate here."
And right on cue, the heavy chime of the penthouse doorbell echoed through the foyer. The police had arrived...
