Chapter 104. Shambles

Third-Person POV

Desperate, Estelle clung to the slimmest thread of denial she had left. “No, no, this is all a mistake! The necklace is a gift from my mother. I’m innocent, you can’t arrest me for something I didn’t do!” she protested, her words carrying a sense of desperation as she struggled to escape the tightening noose of her stumble lies.

As if by some cruel twist of fate, the sound of camera shutters and hushed whispers filtered into the room, heralding the arrival of a sea of paparazzi.

The paparazzi, eager to capture every nuance of the unfolding scandal, swarmed around Estelle like a pack of ravenous hyenas, their camera flashes illuminating the scene before them.

Estelle, her knees touching the cold, hard floor, begged her captor for mercy as she clutched her hands together in a silent plea.

The guilt of her actions washed over her, mingling with the humiliation of being exposed in such a public manner.

Her once carefully curated perso