Chapter 14 - The Deep Secrets Hidden Within The Family Trust Fund
Isabel didn't put down her newspaper immediately, letting the heavy silence stretch between them for several agonizing moments.
“Mercy, Eleanor?” Isabel finally spoke, lowering the paper to reveal calm, unblinking green eyes.
“When your son humiliated me in front of five hundred guests, did he consider mercy for my dignity?” she asked softly.
“That was Julian’s foolish pride speaking, but Arthur and I had nothing to do with his arrogance,” Eleanor pleaded.
“Your family trust fund was built on predatory buyouts and crushing small businesses for three generations,” Isabel stated coldly.
“I didn't steal your empire, Eleanor; I simply used your own legal playbook to repossess what was rightfully unstable.”
Eleanor sank into a velvet armchair, realizing there was no warmth or forgiveness left in the young woman’s heart.
“What are you going to do with us, Isabel? Will you throw us out on the street?” Eleanor whispered brokenly.
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“You can keep the family home in the Hamptons, but every corporate asset and luxury vehicle remains forfeited,” Isabel decreed.
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