"I came home to find my husband punishing my 8-year-old daughter for tearing his mistress’s $10,000 dress. “Pay for it or get out!” he screamed. I took my sobbing child to her room, where she whispered, “Mommy, she did it” I didn’t argue. I simply held my daughter, picked up my phone, and called my five brothers. My husband had no idea what was coming.

"This isn't legal!" he screamed, jumping out of his chair. "You can't buy my mortgage in three hours!"

"When you have twenty billion dollars in liquid assets and the chairman of the banking board owes your father his life, you can buy a mortgage in twenty minutes," Julian replied coldly.

Jax walked toward the front door, waving his hand toward the tow trucks waiting outside on the drive.

"What are those trucks for?!" Marcus yelled, running to the window.

"You bought a 2024 Porsche 911 and a Mercedes AMG last year using funds drawn from a joint marital account that you illegally froze three months ago," Leo explained, carrying Maya over to the sofa where I sat. "Those vehicles are now seized as contested assets pending the divorce trial."

Outside, the metallic whine of winches roared to life. Marcus watched through the glass in absolute horror as Jax's crew hooked steel cables to his beloved luxury cars, dragging them onto the flatbeds with deafening scrapes.

"My cars! Stop them! That's my Porsche!" Marcus screamed, banging his fists against the window.

"You should worry less about your cars and more about your law firm, Marcus," Gabriel said, leaning against the marble archway. "At 8:00 AM tomorrow, the State Bar Association will receive an anonymous package containing records of your offshore accounts, including the retainer funds you've been siphoning to pay for Miss Chloe's luxury apartment downtown."

Chloe let out a shriek. "My apartment?!"

"Not anymore," Ethan chimed in, checking his phone. "The lease was held under Marcus's corporate shell company. We foreclosed on that this morning, too. Eviction notices are currently posted on the door. Your clothes are being packed into boxes as we speak."

Chloe turned on Marcus like a rabid dog. "You told me you had everything under control! You told me she was a penniless nobody! You dragged me into this!"

"Shut up, Chloe!" Marcus roared, his face red with frustration and terror. "Sarah! Sarah, look at me!"

I sat on the sofa, wrapping my arm around Maya, who was watching the scene with quiet awe. I looked up at Marcus, my face completely devoid of the submission he had spent nine years instilling in me.

"I am looking at you, Marcus," I said quietly. "And for the first time, I see how small you really are."

"I made a mistake!" Marcus cried, dropping to his knees on the marble floor before me. "I was stressed! Chloe manipulated me! She set the whole thing up! Sarah, please... think of our marriage! Think of our daughter!"

"You didn't think of your daughter when you pulled her out from under the bed with a belt," Jax barked, grabbing Marcus by the collar of his robe and dragging him backward across the floor. "Don't you dare speak her name."

"You have four hours to get your things," Julian commanded, looking down at his watch again. "If you or this woman are on this property at 6:01 AM, my security detail will remove you physically and throw you into the county jail for trespassing."