The reporters leaned in eagerly, filming her every meltdown, capturing her fall from grace in full display. Her hood had slipped, her sunglasses gone. The entire world now had an unobstructed view of the once-golden girl turned national disgrace.
The officers didn't flinch. They tightened their grip, guiding her away from the cameras and towards the waiting patrol car outside. But even as she was dragged out, Dessie kept screaming, a broken, desperate sound that no longer resembled the glamorous starlet the public once adored.
Inside, all Dessie could think was How? How had it all unraveled so fast? Who was behind this? How did they know every step she took?
News of Dessie Finnegan's arrest spread across the internet like wildfire. Within minutes of the police escorting her out of the airport in handcuffs, headlines were everywhere—"Adopted Daughter Turned Assassin?", "Dessie Finnegan: Idol, Fraud, and Would-Be Killer?"
Social media erupted.
