Chapter 742: Domestic Violence!

In the luxurious expanse of the living room, Johnny Depp reclined on the plush sofa, surrounded by scattered plastic bags and powdery residue.

Amber Heard entered with a bottle of strong wine, exchanging Depp's usual cup for a larger one, and placed it before him with a knowing look.

Agent Whigham strode in, acknowledging Amber with a nod before turning to Depp. "Johnny, there's a cash buyer for the yacht, but they're capping at $10 million."

Depp stirred, pouring himself a generous glass, his eyes opening languidly. "What's the deadline on that first tax bill?"

Amidst his haze, Depp couldn't forget the looming specter of the IRS. "Extending it again would it be troublesome?"

Whigham's response was grave. "Highly. We risk triggering their new penalties."

Downing the wine in a single gulp, Depp's decision was swift. "Sell it."

Whigham acknowledged and exited, leaving Depp to his vices once more.

"My dear, you've been under immense pressure," Amber, playing the doting wife, offered a solution. "I've found a way to help you unwind."

Depp's interest in Amber had waned, but he played along. "What's your plan?"

Amber unveiled a cabinet filled with various props, then shed her coat to reveal a provocative attire underneath.

Fueled by alcohol and drugs, Depp's inhibition melted away, and he embraced his primal instincts.

As Amber engaged him in role-play, Depp's aggression grew, culminating in a passionate frenzy.

Exhausted, Depp collapsed into a deep slumber.

With practiced efficiency, Amber tidied the aftermath, disposing of incriminating evidence through the garbage chute.

Musk's operatives swiftly collected the remnants, leaving no trace behind.

Meanwhile, Amber meticulously preserved the weapons bearing Depp's fingerprints, storing them as leverage.

Retreating to the bedroom, Amber documented fabricated injuries, capturing them as damning evidence to be weaponized for financial gain.

Amber's trembling hands reached for the pungent garlic, its sharp scent stinging her nostrils as she extracted its juice. With shaky fingers, she dabbed the liquid onto her swollen eyelids, the burning sensation intensifying with each touch. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the garlic's essence, painting a picture of anguish and desperation.

With a quick motion, she disposed of the garlic down the toilet, flushing away not just the pungent remedy, but perhaps a sliver of hope. Grabbing her phone, her fingers fumbled as she dialed 911, her voice a mix of panic and pain as she pleaded for help, her words punctuated by sobs echoing through the receiver.

Locking herself in the bedroom, Amber crumpled to the floor, her body trembling with fear and exhaustion.

Minutes later, urgent knocks rattled the door as the LAPD responded to her distress call. Through the intercom, Amber's voice trembled with urgency as she guided the officers to her location, her plea for help ringing through the air.

As the officers entered, they were met with a scene of distress and despair. The sight of Amber's bruised and battered body, juxtaposed with Depp's intoxicated state, painted a grim picture.

With precision born from experience, the officers swiftly assessed the situation, calling for backup to handle the high-profile nature of the incident.

Every corner of the room bore witness to the violence inflicted upon Amber, her injuries a damning testament to the horrors she endured.

Depp's protests fell on deaf ears as Amber bravely provided evidence of the abuse she suffered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination.

As the situation escalated, a female officer gently guided Amber to safety, shielding her from further harm.

Outside, the arrival of more officers signaled a thorough investigation, revealing damning evidence of Depp's involvement in illegal activities.

Following protocol, Depp and Amber were escorted separately, destined forthe police station.

Outside, Bruce, positioned strategicallyin a commercial vehicle, informed Ivanof the imminent departure.

Ivan, armed with his camera, awaitedthe perfect moment to capture Depp'sdescent. The footage would bedamning, a testament to Depp'sunraveling state.

As Depp was ushered into the policecar, Ivan meticulously documentedevery moment, ensuring no detail wasmissed.

Emerging alongside a female officer,Amber's injuries were stark, a visual testament to her alleged ordeal.

As Ivan's camera rolled, he directed his question towards Amber, his voice carrying over the commotion. "Ms. Heard, can you tell us what happened?"

Amber's tear-stained face contorted with anguish as she struggled to find her voice amidst her sobs. "I...I was subjected to domestic abuse by Depp," she managed to choke out, her words weighed down by the trauma she endured. "He nearly beat me to death. Look at me!"

Ivan zoomed in, capturing every raw emotion etched across Amber's face as she was escorted into the police car. "Judy, I've got breaking news," Ivan exclaimed into his phone, excitement lacing his tone. "Depp's suspected of domestic violence against Amber Heard! I've got footage of the police taking them away separately, and Amber's clearly injured."

After a brief exchange, Ivan promised, "I'll send the footage over. Just have the payment ready."

As the LAPD vehicle began to pull away, Ivan dashed back to his car, disappearing into the bustling streets.

Inside the commercial vehicle, Bruce pocketed his phone with a sigh.

"It's a shame we couldn't get inside Depp's place," lamented Nicholson, his disappointment palpable. "We missed the juiciest bits."

Martin observed the departing police cars thoughtfully. "Don't worry, the media will pick up the slack. This drama will be the talk of the town."

"It was exciting enough in our past lives," Leonardo chimed in. "With us in the mix, it's bound to be even more thrilling."

Martin speculated, "Considering Depp's habits, he must have a stash at home. Amber's looking to sever all ties with him. What do you think?"

"Absolutely," agreed Leonardo, a smirk playing on his lips. "Marriage would've been a disaster. Depp's troubles are a cautionary tale."

Nicholson sighed, "It's a shame to lose such a valuable asset."

Confusion flickered across Leonardo's face momentarily.

Martin nudged him, a knowing smile on his face. "Lorraine's meal ticket, remember?"

"Ah, of course," Leonardo nodded in realization.

Nicholson clapped Martin on the shoulder. "My brother, the master strategist of Hollywood!"

Martin signaled for Bruce to drive on. "Let's see how this unfolds."

"The Lone Ranger's box office will take a hit," observed Martin, pointing towards the receding police car. "And it'll only worsen from here."

Leonardo added, "Who'll risk casting Depp as a lead now?"

Before long, Martin's phone buzzed with a call from Musk.

"Wow, what a spectacular show that was! Did you catch it?" Musk chuckled, his voice buzzing with excitement. "Don't tell me you missed out on the action."

Martin grinned. "How could we? It was quite the spectacle."

Musk's chest puffed up with pride. "As the director of this grand production, you should all be thanking me, the mastermind behind the scenes."

Martin's tone turned playful. "Well, Mr. Director, if you have any juicy updates, be sure to keep your audience in the loop."

Musk's confidence radiated as he assured, "Consider it done!"

After ending the call, Martin noticed Leonardo and Nicholson exchanging knowing glances. "What's with the looks?" he asked, rubbing his temples.

Leonardo's voice dripped with sarcasm. "So, you're aiming for the title of Hollywood's most infamous philanderer?"

Martin recoiled, a shiver running down his spine. "Please, spare me the dramatics, you two."

...

Ten minutes later, a damning video surfaced on TMZ's homepage, implicating Depp in allegations of domestic violence against Amber Heard. While the footage didn't capture the abuse itself, it showed the couple being escorted by the LAPD.

Media outlets scrambled to confirm the reports, prompting a response from the LAPD confirming Amber Heard's call regarding the alleged abuse and the ongoing investigation into her injuries.

As the story gained traction, it painted a damning picture of Depp's character, with Heard providing a slew of evidence to support her claims, including incidents dating back to their wedding day.

Heard's scarred selfies, leaked by her agent and circulated in the media, fueled public outrage and condemnation.

Amidst the uproar, online discourse overwhelmingly condemned Depp, citing his history of substance abuse and tarnished reputation.

"Why am I not surprised by Depp's violent tendencies?"

"Domestic violence is par for the course for a drug-addled alcoholic like him."

"What kind of monster must he be to harm such a beautiful woman?"

Before the conversation around women's rights even began, public sentiment had already turned against Depp, fueled by his troubled past and the damning evidence against him.