Chapter 11: The Bail Violation
Chapter 11: The Bail Violation
Margaret Devon wasn't a woman who handled prison well. Due to her medical complaints and her brother's
dwindling political influence, a sympathetic night judge had granted her a temporary medical release under strict
house arrest with an electronic ankle monitor while she awaited trial. She was confined to a small, secondary
property owned by her family—a far cry from her sprawling estate.
But narcissism is a disease of impulse. When word reached Margaret in her confinement that Daniel had
signed a cooperation agreement to testify against her, and that Victoria Sterling was preparing to plead guilty to
secure her child's future, Margaret lost her mind completely.
It was midnight when the alert flashed on Marcus's terminal. "Elena, Margaret just cut her tracker. She's on the
move."
We didn't have to guess where she was going. She didn't have the money to flee the country anymore. She was
looking for revenge. She drove a borrowed old sedan straight to Victoria Sterling’s private residence downtown,
breaking through the glass garden doors in a manic, unhinged rage.
By the time the police cruisers arrived, Margaret was screaming in the driveway, her expensive clothes torn,
shaking her fists at Victoria who was locked safely inside her panic room. Dozens of neighbors were outside,
recording the entire breakdown on their smartphones.
"You ungrateful little traitor!" Margaret shrieked into the night air, her face twisted in pure, ugly madness as
the flashing police lights surrounded her once again. "My son would have given you everything! We are the
Devons! You are nothing without us!"
I stepped out of the lead police cruiser, walking slowly up the driveway as the officers tackled Margaret to the
wet asphalt, pinning her down. She looked up through her tangled silver hair, her eyes filled with a murderous,
animalistic hatred as she saw me standing above her.
"You," she spat, her face pressed against the cold stone. "This is all your fault. You ruined my family."
"No, Margaret," I said quietly, looking down at her. "You ruined yourself the second you thought your money
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gave you the right to decide who lives and dies. Take her away. And make sure the judge knows she's no longer a
candidate for medical release."
