Sirens echoed softly in the distance outside the large windows.
Margarethe panicked and dropped her expensive navy handbag.
She tried to run toward the private back doorway.
Two large security guards stepped in front of her path.
Security Guard: Please stay right where you are, ma'am.
Margarethe: Get your filthy hands off my clothes!
Mark: Your reign over this house is over today.
Hannah stood up from the sofa and walked over slowly.
She picked up a single pearl from the floor.
She looked straight into Margarethe's cold eyes.
Hannah: You thought money gave you the power to break people.
Margarethe: You are nothing without Mark's fortune!
Hannah: I loved him when we lived in a tiny apartment.
Margarethe: Words are cheap, little girl.
Hannah: But your cruelty cost you everything you loved.
The heavy front glass doors swung open with force.
Four police officers entered the bright white mansion hall.
The lead detective walked directly toward the small group.
Detective: We received a report of attempted murder and fraud.
Mark: Officer, the full camera footage is right here on my phone.
The detective reviewed the clear video footage for a moment.
He looked up at Margarethe with a serious expression.
Detective: Margarethe Vance, you are under arrest for attempted murder.
Margarethe: You can't put handcuffs on me!
Detective: Place your hands behind your back immediately.
An officer pulled her arms back and snapped metal cuffs on.
Margarethe screamed in frustration as her prestige crumbled.
Margarethe: Call my divorce lawyer right now!
Mark: Your lawyer already dropped you as a client this morning.
Margarethe: You arranged all of this against me!
Mark: You brought this outcome upon yourself through your evil actions.
The officers led the furious stepmother toward the door.
Her high heels dragged along the bright marble floor.
The front doors clicked shut behind her loud voice.
Silence fell over the massive white atrium once again.