Chapter 8: The Sentencing
Chapter 8: The Sentencing
The day of the sentencing, a heavy thunderstorm rolled over Dallas, casting a dark, dramatic gloom over the courthouse. It felt fitting.
The judge, a stern man with zero tolerance for white-collar violence, stared down at Adrian and Vanessa from his bench.
"In all my years on the bench, I have rarely encountered such a chilling combination of greed, arrogance, and profound sadism," the judge’s voice echoed through the silent room. "You believed your wealth insulated you from the laws of human decency. You were wrong."
Vanessa was sentenced first. For her role in the fraud and her active participation in my assault, she was handed fifteen years in a maximum-security federal penitentiary, with no possibility of parole. She collapsed to the floor, wailing as the bailiffs dragged her out.
Then came Adrian.
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"Adrian Vale," the judge said, his tone devoid of any mercy. "For aggravated kidnapping, torture, wire fraud, and racketeering... I sentence you to forty-five years in federal prison."
Adrian didn't collapse. He simply went completely rigid, the blood draining from his face until he looked like a ghost. Forty-five years. He would be an old, broken man by the time he ever saw the outside of a cell again. His life, exactly as I had requested, was entirely ruined.
