Chapter 150: A baby for Andrew
"No," she said. "Let him live." Philip blinked, confused. She stood in front of him now, unflinching. No longer the frightened woman he had once controlled. No longer the grieving mother, he thought he had broken. No longer his.
"Because now," Mara whispered, leaning in so close he could feel her breath, "you get to watch me become everything you tried to destroy, not for long."
Her voice was low and calm, but behind it simmered rage sharpened to a blade.
"And your enemies?" She smiled coldly. "They’re going to love tearing you apart. One piece at a time."
Philip’s mouth twisted, trying to summon a cruel reply, some last pathetic jab, but before he could speak, the distant wail of sirens split the night.
Mara straightened, pulling on her coat like a queen cloaking herself in finality.
"Showtime," she said simply.
As she turned and walked out of the warehouse, the red and blue lights flashed across her face. Police vehicles screeched to a halt. Armed officers poured out like a coordinated swarm. The air smelled of oil, sweat, and justice long delayed.
"This is the place," she told the lead officer calmly, not even glancing back.
Inside, they would find everything: the ledgers, the offshore accounts, the drugs, the weapons, the entire empire Philip had built on pain and blood.
But this time, it was his blood staining the floor.