Chapter 8 - Helena Plots Her Revenge From A Luxury Hotel Suite
Across town in a flashy Midtown penthouse hotel room, Helena paced furiously across the expensive designer carpet.
Her phone was clutched tightly in her hand as she scrolled through blocked contact lists and unanswered calls.
“They’re ignoring us, Marcus! Every single one of our so-called friends has blocked our numbers!” Helena shrieked in rage.
Marcus sat slumped on the edge of the king-sized bed, staring blankly at the polished hardwood floor beneath his shoes.
“We brought this on ourselves, Helena; we went too far with the old man,” Marcus muttered in a defeated tone.
“Speak for yourself! I wanted what was mine, and that brat ruined everything!” Helena hissed venomously.
“If we can't get the trust through legal channels, we’ll take it back by force if we have to,” Helena plotted darkly.
Marcus looked up slowly, a flicker of alarm crossing his face at the unhinged look in his wife’s eyes.
“What are you talking about, Helena? My father has armed security surrounding that estate twenty-four hours a day,” Marcus warned.
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“Then we find someone inside who is willing to betray him for the right price,” Helena whispered with a wicked smile.
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