Chapter 6 - The Final Eviction
The courtyard had grown chaotic by midday.
Federal marshals and private liquidation agents were moving through the double doors of the mansion, carrying out boxes of records, designer artwork, and luxury furniture, stacking them neatly onto flatbed trucks parked in the driveway.
Arthur Vance was sitting slumped on a stone bench near the dried-up fountain, staring blankly at the gravel driveway as if his brain could no longer process reality. Wendy stood nearby, weeping hysterically into a shredded silk handkerchief, hurling insults at anyone who walked past her.
Isaac stood near the grand entrance steps, his clothes rumpled, his hair uncombed, looking like a man who had just survived a shipwreck only to realize he was stranded on a barren rock in the middle of an ocean.
When the glass doors of the grand foyer opened, the shouting and crying instantly died down.
All eyes turned toward the entrance.
I stepped out onto the veranda, flanked by my five brothers—Noah, Leo, Julian, Marcus, and Caleb. We moved as a single, unified wall of absolute power and quiet grace. I wore a tailored cream-colored coat over a simple black dress, my posture tall, unyielding, and completely transformed from the trembling woman who had been tied to a ceiling beam less than twenty-four hours ago.
Isaac staggered forward, his eyes bloodshot and desperate. “Flora... please. Look at me. We were married. We shared a home. You can’t let them do this to me. Tell them to stop!”
I stopped at the top of the veranda steps, looking down at him with an expression of absolute, chilling indifference.
“We shared a house, Isaac,” I replied, my voice carrying clearly across the silent courtyard. “You never shared a home. You built a cage and expected me to live in it as a prisoner.”
“I made a mistake!” Isaac cried, dropping ungracefully to his knees on the stone steps, tears finally spilling down his cheeks. “I was angry! Please... take everything. Take the house, take the money, just... don't leave me with nothing.”
I looked down at the man who had laughed while wielding a leather riding crop, the man who had watched his mother mock my background, the man who had treated my life like a disposable commodity.
“You didn't leave me with anything, Isaac,” I said quietly. “Except for the scars on my back—which will remind me every single day never to let a monster wear the mask of a husband again.”
Noah stepped forward, placing a protective hand on my shoulder. He looked down at Isaac with absolute contempt.
“The eviction is complete,” Noah announced to the federal marshals standing nearby. “Escort these trespassers off the property. If any of them return within five hundred yards of this estate, arrest them for criminal trespassing.”
“Yes, Mr. Sterling,” the lead marshal responded briskly.
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Two armed deputies walked over, grabbing Arthur and Isaac roughly by the arms and hauling them to their feet. Wendy shrieked as another deputy gently but firmly escorted her away from the stone bench. They were marched past the iron gates—the very gates that had locked them in just the night before—and pushed out onto the public highway beyond the perimeter.
The heavy iron gates swung slowly shut, sealing the estate once and for all.
