Chapter 6 - THE RIVAL'S STRIKE
The custody hearing was a massacre, but not in the way David intended.
I walked into the courtroom wearing a tailored suit Victor had bought for me, flanked by two of his most intimidating lawyers. David looked smug, ready to present me as a destitute, unfit mother. But Victor’s lawyers dismantled him. They presented my ironclad employment contract, bank statements, and most damningly, a heavily implied threat regarding David's "unsavory debts."
The judge awarded me full custody of Lucia in less than twenty minutes.
But a cornered rat always bites. Two days later, as my sister was bringing five-year-old Lucia to the estate, David intercepted them. Driven by the Morettis' threats on his life, he tried to snatch Lucia from the car outside a grocery store.
Victor’s men, who had been secretly tailing Lucia for days, descended on David like wolves.
When Victor brought Lucia to the mansion, my little girl ran into my arms. I buried my face in her curls, sobbing uncontrollably. Victor stood in the doorway, his hands in his pockets, watching us.
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"Where is David?" I asked, my voice trembling as I looked up at him.
"David is no longer a concern in this hemisphere," Victor said coldly. "He chose to relocate. Permanently." I didn't ask for details, and he didn't offer them. All that mattered was that we were safe.
