Naomi did not look at him. “Elian Vale, you are under arrest for assault, witness intimidation, and conspiracy to commit extortion.”
Elian laughed. “This is insane.”
Two agents took his arms.
His mask cracked. “Mara, tell them this is insane.”
Mara lifted her chin. “I already told them the truth.”
The chapel erupted.
Victor stepped into the aisle. “Do you know who I am?”
Naomi finally turned to him. “Yes. That’s why we’re here.”
Another agent moved behind Victor.
“Victor Vale, you are under arrest for wire fraud, bank fraud, money laundering, obstruction, and conspiracy.”
His face went from red to gray.
“You can’t do this,” he hissed. “I have senators on speed dial.”
I stood.
Every eye turned toward me.
“You had senators,” I said. “You also had shell companies, fake vendors, offshore transfers, and a habit of threatening witnesses in writing.”
Victor stared at me as if seeing me for the first time.
I walked closer. “You called me powerless last night.”
His jaw trembled.
“I used to trace money for the Department of Justice,” I said. “Now I teach corporations how not to get destroyed by people like you.”
Elian struggled against the agents. “Mara, please!”
She looked at him with dry eyes. “Don’t say my name.”
That broke him more than the handcuffs.
Reporters outside caught everything: the groom dragged from his own wedding, the father arrested beneath a wall of roses, the guests whispering as Victor Vale’s empire collapsed in real time on their phones.
By noon, his accounts were frozen.
By evening, his board removed him.
