The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption (by Claire Winters) novel Chapter 133

133 Justice Served Cold

Hazel’s POV 1

The elevator doors opened to the fifteenth floor of Shaw Enterprises. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I strode down the hallway. Every step felt like another nail in the coffin of my past life.

Today was the day I’d end this chapter for good.

My father’s assistant jumped to her feet when she saw me coming. “Ms. Shaw! You can’t go in there. Mr. Shaw is in a private meeting with-”

I pushed past her without slowing. “He’ll see me now.”

Throwing open the double doors to my father’s office, I found exactly what I expected. Harold Shaw and Tanya Turner, huddled together at his desk, faces contorted with panic as they shuffled through papers. The stench of desperation hung in the air.

They looked up in unison, startled by my entrance.

“What are you doing here?” my father snapped, quickly shoving documents into his

desk drawer.

I smiled coldly. “Hello to you too, Father.”

Tanya’s face twisted into a grimace. “Get out! We didn’t invite you.”

“Actually,” I replied, checking my watch, “I believe you’ll want me to stay for what’s coming next.”

On cue, the elevator dinged again. My father’s eyes darted to the doorway behind me, widening with alarm as four stern-faced men in suits walked in, accompanied by two uniformed police officers.

“Harold Shaw?” one of the suit-clad men asked, flashing a badge. “I’m Agent Peterson with the Financial Crimes Unit. These are my colleagues from the Tax Bureau.”

My father’s face drained of color. “What is the meaning of this?”

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I stepped aside, gesturing toward the agents. “I believe they can explain better than I

can.”

Agent Peterson placed a thick folder on my father’s desk. “We have a warrant to search these premises and seize financial records related to potential tax fraud, money

laundering, and contract fraud violations.”

“This is absurd!” my father shouted, standing up so quickly his chair crashed against the wall. “Who filed these ridiculous accusations?”

All eyes turned to me.

“I did,” I said calmly. “With substantial evidence.”

Tanya lunged at me, her face contorted with rage. “You ungrateful little bitch!”

One of the officers stepped between us, restraining her. “Ma’am, please control yourself.”

I opened my purse and removed a USB drive, handing it to Agent Peterson. “Here’s everything I mentioned in my report. Bank statements, falsified contracts, offshore accounts-six years’ worth. You’ll also find documentation clearing me of any

involvement.”

My father’s face turned crimson. “You’re betraying your own family?”

“Family?” I laughed bitterly. “Is that what you call yourselves? After everything you’ve

done?”

The agents began their work methodically, confiscating laptops and files while reading my father his rights. Tanya collapsed into a chair, sobbing dramatically.

“You can’t do this to us,” she wailed. “Not after we just lost Ivy! Have you no heart?”

The mention of my stepsister’s name sent a sharp pang through me, but I steeled myself. “Don’t you dare use Ivy’s death as a shield. She lived her life stealing from me- my fiancé, my wedding dress, even my blood. And you encouraged every bit of it.”

My father made a sudden dash for the door. The police officers reacted instantly, tackling him before he could escape. He struggled wildly as they forced his hands behind his back, clicking handcuffs around his wrists.

“You’ll regret this!” he screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. “I’m your father! I gave you everything! I’ll destroy you for this!”

I watched him, unmoved. “You gave me nothing but pain, Harold. And now you’re

getting exactly what you deserve.”

As they dragged him toward the door, he thrashed violently. “Ungrateful whore! I should have drowned you at birth like a worthless kitten!”

His words echoed through the office, shocking even the officers into momentary stillness. In that instant, any last thread of daughterly feeling I might have harbored snapped completely.

“Add threatening language to the report,” one of the agents murmured to his colleague.

Tanya threw herself at my feet, grabbing my leg with desperate fingers. “Hazel, please! Don’t do this to us! I’m begging you!”

I looked down at her tear-streaked face, remembering all the times she’d ignored my tears, all the nights I’d cried myself to sleep while she pampered Ivy.

“I overheard your conversation yesterday,” I said coldly, pulling my leg from her grasp. “About how you wished I was dead instead of Ivy. About your plans to frame me for financial crimes and take control of my company.”

Her mascara-streaked face paled. “That was just talk! We were upset about Ivy!”

“It wasn’t just talk. It was the final straw.” I stepped away from her, my voice steady and clear. “For years, you abused me, belittled me, stole from me. You made my childhood a living hell after my mother died. You poisoned Ivy against me until she believed she deserved everything I had.”

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