Chapter 6: The Velvet Trap

The digital DNA extraction kit ordered by Dominic Vance was already speeding across the Atlantic inside a private cargo jet, but the billionaire had absolutely no time to wait as a massive, high-stakes global press conference commenced at the high-security Fiora Silva Corp headquarters.

Thousands of international journalists, influential corporate directors, and flashing camera lenses crowded the grand auditorium while Eva stepped up to the podium with absolute, terrifying poise that commanded the entire room.

Before Eva could utter a single word into the multi-channel microphones, the heavy side doors burst open with a violent slam and Antonella marched down the central aisle, her face twisted in a mask of desperate malice and fury.

Waving a thick stack of old, clumsily forged dossiers high in the air, Antonella screamed at the top of her lungs that the brilliant French CEO was nothing more than a common, fraudulent gold-digger.

"Stop this pathetic theatrical charade right now, Evangeline, because everyone in this room is about to see the fraudulent trash you truly are," Antonella shrieked hysterically, thrusting the fake papers toward the banks of cameras as security guards rushed forward to intercept her.

Eva did not even flinch at the sudden, chaotic interruption, merely raising a single, perfectly manicured finger toward the massive LED screens hanging majestically above the stage.

In a fraction of a second, the encrypted servers of Antonella’s secret shell companies and offshore bank accounts flooded the global broadcast, exposing her entire criminal conspiracy live to millions of viewers worldwide.

"You really should have checked your own firewall before attempting to stage a public lynching in my house, Antonella," Eva remarked smoothly, her mesmerizing amber eyes shimmering with cold, unbothered amusement.

Sitting in the front row of the VIP section, Dominic watched the breathtaking spectacle with a heart torn between overwhelming remorse and a murderous, incandescent rage directed entirely toward Antonella.

His massive hands clenched into tight fists as he realized with agonizing clarity how easily he had been manipulated four years ago into destroying his own happiness with his own hands.

Chief Delegate Silva of the Federal Police strode down the aisle flanked by heavily armed officers, his uniform medals catching the studio lights as he approached the edge of the stage.

"Antonella, you are under immediate arrest for corporate espionage, forgery, and federal wire fraud based on the irrefutable digital evidence provided by Ms. Silva," the Chief announced in a booming, authoritative voice.

Antonella turned completely pale as the heavy steel handcuffs were snapped ruthlessly onto her wrists, her fake dossiers scattering across the polished floor like autumn leaves in a storm.

"You cannot do this to me, Evangeline, you ruined my life first!" Antonella screamed as two officers hoisted her struggling body and dragged her up the aisle.

"Take this absolute trash out of my sight before I ensure she spends the rest of her natural life rotting in a maximum-security prison," Dominic ordered coldly, his deep voice carrying a terrifying authority that silenced the screaming woman instantly.

Security guards hoisted Antonella off her feet and hauled her out of the auditorium through the heavy side doors like discarded garbage, leaving behind a stunned, breathless silence.

Without missing a single rhythmic beat, Eva reached into her designer briefcase and pulled out thousands of physical copies of the original divorce settlement signed by Dominic.

With a deliberate flick of her wrists, Eva flung the thousands of legal papers high up into the air, letting them rain down over the stunned journalists like white confetti in a theater.

"Read every single clause of that document very carefully, ladies and gentlemen, because it proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have not belonged to that pathetic tyrant for years," Eva declared, her voice echoing through the silent hall with absolute finality.

Before the reporters could scramble to pick up the falling pages, the auditorium sound system crackled violently and began playing a chilling, crystal-clear recorded confession.

The leaked audio revealed that the corrupt private doctor who had falsified Evangeline's medical records four years ago had just suffered a convenient, fatal accident an hour before the conference began.

"The ghosts of the past are finally returning to collect their debts, Dominic, and no amount of money or power can save you now," Eva whispered directly into the live microphone, her amber gaze piercing straight through his shattered soul.

Before the camera flashbulbs could blind the room entirely, Dominic pushed his chair back with a loud screech and walked slowly toward the center of the stage.

Under the blinding glare of a thousand international camera lenses, the most powerful billionaire in South America dropped straight down to his knees at Eva's feet.

"Execute me, imprison me, or take every last cent of my empire, Evangeline, but do not ever look at me like I am a stranger again," Dominic pleaded hoarsely, pressing his forehead against the hem of her geometric black gown while the entire world watched in absolute, stunned disbelief.