Chapter 805
No.1
"She's scared stiff with the evidence," someone muttered.
The officers ignored them and got into the car. Victoria struggled to her feet, feigning weakness. "No... This is a mistake. It can't be my sister... She isn't capable of this. Please, don't take her."
"Victoria," Gabriella reasoned, "the evidence is right there. Why defend her? She's just an adopted orphan. Who knows what kind of criminals her real parents were!"
Victoria clutched Gabriella's shirt, her performance flawless. "Gabriella, I know her. She's not like that. Please, call Mother and Father. Have them hire the best detectives. Find the truth!"
Her face was a mask of frantic worry, perfectly convincing. Gabriella played her part with equal skill. It was a masterclass in deception.
The police car began to pull away.
The car door slammed shut.
Chris let out a piercing scream.
He bolted forward, tiny legs pumping furiously. "Mommy! Mommy!"
No.2
Nathaniel scooped him up in one swift motion. A large hand covered the boy's mouth, muffling the desperate cries.
He carried the struggling child through the main doors. The police car was already gone, vanished into the city streets.
Chris thrashed violently. He sank his teeth into Nathaniel's hand with all his strength.
Nathaniel's brow furrowed. He didn't release his grip. He shoved the boy into the backseat and slammed the car door.
The interior fell silent except for choked sobs. Chris realized they were alone. No bodyguards. No driver.
Tears streamed down his face. "Daddy! Why? Why did you stop me? Mommy needs us! She's innocent! I know she is!"
His small fists pounded against Nathaniel's chest. "Did you stop loving her? You're a traitor! A monster!"
Nathaniel caught the flailing hands. His voice was low and firm. "Enough. The authorities are handling this. What exactly did you plan to do?"
"I...I would have thought of something! I couldn't just watch them take her!" Chris wailed, his body shaking with grief.
No.3
"She wasn't taken," Nathaniel stated calmly. "She went with them willingly. There's a difference."
Chris sniffled loudly, confusion replacing some of the anger. "Huh?"
"Think," Nathaniel said, his tone softening slightly. "Remember all the other times? The impossible situations your mother has escaped?"
Chris nodded slowly, a flicker of hope in his wet eyes. "Mommy always fixes everything. She's amazing." His voice dropped to a worried whisper. "But this time...there's evidence. Real evidence. And it's a serious crime. How can she get out of this?"
"Trust her," Nathaniel replied, his gaze steady. "Has she ever truly failed you? Be quiet now. I will take you to see her."
"Okay," Chris whispered, wiping his face on his sleeve. Nathaniel sighed inwardly. Parenting was exhausting. First, he needed to check on Isabella.
The story exploded across every major news outlet within the hour.
[12 INTERNATIONAL SUPERMODELS POISONED.]
The headline screamed. [Initial reports indicate a backstage dispute led designer Isabella Montgomery to poison twelve supermodels. The victims include global sensation Seraphina Delacroix, America's sweetheart Victoria Kensington, and fiery French model Genevieve Laurent. All twelve received immediate medical attention. While Victoria Kensington has remained silent, the other eleven models are demanding a public apology, criminal charges, and fifty million dollars in individual compensation.]
No.4
[Mercedes representative Archibald Worthington issued a statement condemning Isabella Montgomery for sabotaging their annual auto show. The company is seeking no less than eighty million dollars in damages. Legal experts note that malicious poisoning causing significant bodily harm carries a potential three-year prison sentence.]
The comment sections boiled over with rage.
[She's a monster! How could anyone do this?]
[What a vile heart! A simple argument and she resorts to poison?]
[Her beauty is clearly only skin deep. A truly evil woman. I bet this isn't the first time!]
[That face hides a demon! Vicious! Cruel! Lock her up and throw away the key! I'm so angry!]
The internet had convicted her. The combined fury of twelve fan armies flooded Isabella's social media, burying any support under an avalanche of hate. Her reputation was shattered.
At the police precinct, Officer Donovan Pierce motioned toward a holding cell.
Isabella didn't move. "You're detaining me based solely on trace residue on my hands? What if I brushed against a contaminated surface? What if someone transferred it there during a handshake while I was distracted?"
No.5
Her voice was cool, analytical. "A conviction requires a complete chain of evidence. Have you located the source of the poison? Found the container it was held in? Obtained a confession from me?"
The distant hum of a vacuum cleaner echoed in the hallway.
Officer Pierce frowned, irritation flashing in his eyes. "You were cooperative at the scene. Why the sudden change? What game are you playing now?"
Isabella Montgomery met Officer Donovan Pierce’s gaze with unwavering seriousness. “To clarify, I am merely a suspect at this stage. I should be held in a detention room, not a prison cell.”
Donovan was taken aback by her precise knowledge of legal procedure. Everything she stated was factually correct. He nodded stiffly. “Escort her to a holding room.”
She was led into a sterile white space. It was a significant improvement over a cell. A metal-framed bed stood against one wall. A basic but clean lavatory was tucked in the corner.
The door clicked locked behind her. Isabella showed no concern. She moved with casual grace, surveying her temporary quarters before settling on the bed. Her gaze dropped to her hands. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips. ‘Go ahead, Victoria. Make your move while you can. The finale won’t be satisfying otherwise.’
A sharp rap echoed at the door. “Isabella Montgomery. You have visitors.”
She glanced toward the sound. Victoria Kensington, Eleanor Kensington, and Richard Montgomery stood outside. Isabella closed her eyes, dismissing their presence entirely. They entered without waiting for permission.
No.6
Eleanor’s voice cut through the quiet. “Isabella! How could you commit such a vile act? Poison the others if you must, but your own sister? Bringing you into our home was the gravest mistake! The shame you’ve brought upon us is immeasurable. And you just lie there! Get up and apologize to Victoria immediately!”
Isabella’s eyes remained shut. She offered no response.
Richard’s fury boiled over. He snatched a glass of water from a nearby table and hurled it. The cold liquid splashed across Isabella’s face before she could react.
Her eyes flew open. She rose from the bed in one fluid motion. Her expression was glacial, her eyes gleaming with a predator’s ruthless light.
Richard flinched under her stare, momentarily stunned. He quickly regained his composure, rage burning hotter. “Still no remorse! The Montgomery family wasted twenty-three years on you! If you refuse to confess and apologize to everyone you’ve harmed, we will publicly disown you. We will cut all ties and exile you from Westchester!”
Victoria’s eyes glittered with concealed triumph. If Isabella was cast out, her fifteen percent family shares would default to Victoria. She quickly moved forward, clutching Isabella’s hand with feigned concern. “Sister, please! Explain yourself to them! Tell them you’re innocent! I know you didn’t do this!”
“Remove your lying, pathetic face from my sight. Stop pretending to be a saint,” Isabella’s voice was a sharp, cold blade. Her gaze pinned Victoria in place.
Victoria recoiled, snatching her hand back. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Even locked up, Isabella’s presence was terrifyingly potent. This was a new level of fury.
Victoria retreated to the far side of the bed, her expression expertly crafted into one of profound hurt. Anyone watching would think she was the victim here.
No.7
Isabella seethed internally. The sight of Victoria’s manipulations fueled her anger.
Eleanor pulled Victoria protectively closer. “Victoria, stop. Don’t waste your kindness on her. Look at her defiance. She is utterly shameless! Stay away from her from now on. She is no sister of yours. She doesn’t deserve your compassion!”
Richard glowered at Isabella, his rage palpable. “Since you refuse to admit your guilt, don’t blame us for our severity. I will convene a shareholders’ meeting immediately. You will be expelled from the Montgomery family! I will have you driven out of Westchester!” With that, he and Eleanor hurriedly escorted a seemingly distraught Victoria from the room, as if the place itself contaminated her.
Without missing a beat, Isabella’s voice followed them, cool and clear. “Do take care. I won’t be seeing you out.”
Their steps faltered, shoulders stiffening with renewed anger before they quickened their pace. Silence reclaimed the room. Isabella picked up a tissue and calmly wiped the water from her face.
Isabella stared at the damp tissue in her palm. Her expression turned icy cold. Victoria always managed to deceive Theodore and Sophia. She had them completely under her control. Isabella could never compete in that regard. She couldn't pretend or manipulate like Victoria did. She lost because she refused to sink to Victoria's level of wickedness.
But soon, very soon, she would expose Victoria's true nature to everyone. After drying her face completely, she glanced at her outfit. Fortunately, she wore leather today. It repelled the water easily.
Isabella was about to lie down when footsteps echoed outside. She looked up to see a tall figure and a small one at her door. Nathaniel and Oliver stood there.
"Leave. I need to rest," she stated flatly. She then lay on the cot, turning away from them. Her current situation was precarious. Their association could drag them down with her. Furthermore, she had resolved to maintain her distance. The Auto Show had been their only connection. That event was over now. Their interactions should end as well.