👉 Previous decision: You chose to demand he immediately write and sign a full handwritten confession letter forfeiting his stolen assets.
The silence in the cramped room felt heavy, suffocating. Julian kept his gaze fixed on the floorboards.
“You have two choices, Julian,” I said, my voice cutting through the quiet. “You write a full, handwritten confession right now.”
He lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed. “Or?” he managed, his voice a raw whisper.
“Or these documents, this video, and the notary ledger go directly to federal prosecutors tonight,” I continued. “Along with a detailed statement from Lena.”
He flinched at the mention of federal prosecutors. His carefully constructed public image, his entire career, hinged on avoiding scandal.
“They’ll expose everything,” I pressed. “The shell companies, the offshore accounts. You’ll lose everything. Your career, your freedom.”
His hands clutched the arms of the folding chair. He swallowed hard, a visible bob in his throat.
“My agency… the play…” he mumbled, almost to himself.
“Your public will see you for what you are,” I said, my voice devoid of emotion. “A manipulative thief who tried to institutionalize his own mother.”
He closed his eyes, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek. The arrogant, charming actor had vanished, replaced by a terrified boy.
“What do you want me to write?” he whispered, defeated.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 8A to continue the story
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