PART 3
“I strongly suggest you think very carefully about your next move, Genevieve, because my passionate fan base can become extremely cruel, and I would hate for them to harm you again,” Christian warned with a dark edge in his smooth voice.
His message was not a genuine plea for peace, but rather a chilling threat wrapped in fake emotional concern. For five long years, he had skillfully used that exact same gentle tone to convince me that I was only safe from the scary world when I remained under his thumb.
“Your dangerous choices have already broken my body in the worst way imaginable, Christian, yet I am still standing here alive,” I declared clearly into the phone.
I ended the call immediately without waiting for his response.
My entire body trembled uncontrollably for twenty minutes after hanging up the phone.
“I am terrified that nobody in the media will believe my side of the story,” I confessed nervously to Dr. Pratt as she checked my burn dressings.
“Then do not waste your precious energy asking them to believe your words, but rather show them the undeniable facts,” Dr. Pratt advised gently.
Attorney Vance shared that exact same aggressive legal mindset.
We officially filed a comprehensive criminal complaint with the state prosecutor’s office while obtaining strict protective orders. My extensive medical records were secured, an emergency freeze was placed on the suspicious bank accounts, and federal authorities immediately issued a warrant for Christian’s personal assistant before he could board an international flight.
Law enforcement officers captured the assistant hiding out in a cheap motel near the airport.
At first, the assistant stubbornly denied any involvement in the heinous crime, but his loyalty quickly evaporated when he realized Christian had zero intention of paying his legal fees. He confessed everything to the investigators, detailing how he hired the attacker through an underground broker who specialized in harassing high-profile celebrities.
The payment was funneled directly through a shell corporation operated by Christian’s cousin, and the explicit instructions were to permanently destroy my face without taking my life.
The police tracked down the attacker in a small border town before he could escape the country, and his detailed confession matched the financial transfers perfectly.
However, Attorney Vance insisted that we could not rely solely on the slow legal process because Christian possessed high-powered defense attorneys, public influence, and a massive public relations machine capable of framing my claims as the rambling complaints of a traumatized woman confused by heavy medication.
We strategically waited until we held certified documents that were impossible for his legal team to dismiss.
On a Friday evening, my legal team officially released a public statement confirming that I had filed criminal charges involving premeditated physical assault, medical cover-ups, and the non-consensual administration of harmful drugs linked directly to Christian Prescott’s inner circle.
