Chapter 10: The Premiere of Justice
Chapter 10: The Premiere of Justice
The massive, sixty-foot IMAX screen behind Julian suddenly illuminated. The room went pitch black.
The crystal-clear audio of Viktor’s voice blasted through the state-of-the-art surround sound speakers.
"The trust fund defaults to you if the child is out of the picture. The pool is deep. Children fall in all the time. It is a tragic, unavoidable accident."
The footage of Viktor and Elena plotting in the hidden study played out in stunning, undeniable high definition. Every cruel word, every cold calculation, every laugh they shared about the death of a six-year-old girl echoed through the grand ballroom.
A collective, deafening gasp of absolute horror ripped through the elite crowd. People dropped their champagne glasses. Women covered their mouths in shock.
On the screen, Elena’s voice rang out: "I never wanted the brat anyway. I just wanted Julian's empire."
The lights in the ballroom suddenly snapped back on, blindingly bright.
Elena let out a piercing scream of terror, covering her face as hundreds of guests turned to stare at her with pure, unadulterated disgust and hatred.
Viktor’s face drained of all color. The untouchable billionaire looked around in absolute panic. His investors, the board members, the politicians he had bribed—they all immediately backed away from him as if he were carrying a deadly plague.
"Turn it off!" Viktor screamed at the top of his lungs, losing his composure completely. "This is a deepfake! This is illegal! I will sue all of you!"
Julian stood calmly at the podium. "You can't sue for the truth, Viktor. And you certainly can't sue from a federal prison cell."
Suddenly, the heavy mahogany doors of the ballroom burst open. Dozens of FBI agents and LAPD detectives stormed into the room, their badges flashing in the bright lights.
"Viktor Rostov, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, corporate espionage, and federal extortion," the lead FBI agent shouted, rushing forward.
Viktor tried to run, shoving a waiter aside, but Marcus was already there. The massive security chief grabbed Viktor by the collar of his expensive suit and slammed him forcefully onto a catering table, scattering caviar and crystal everywhere. Marcus pinned him down, pulling his arms behind his back and slapping heavy steel handcuffs onto his wrists.
Across the room, two female officers grabbed Elena, who had completely collapsed to the floor in a weeping, hysterical mess.
"Julian! Please! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!" Elena wailed as they dragged her toward the doors, her voice cracking in pure desperation.
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Julian didn't look at her. He didn't feel rage anymore. He just felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The poison had finally been extracted from his life.
The cameras captured every single second of the arrests, broadcasting the absolute destruction of Viktor and Elena to the entire world. It was the greatest cinematic climax Julian had ever produced.
