Chapter 7 - DRAWING THE BATTLE LINES
Ethan slowly swiped Richard’s hand off his chest, stepping back just enough to lock the heavy storm door.
"Freeze the accounts, Dad. Go ahead and try it," Ethan challenged, his eyes burning with cold defiance.
"You won't last a month without Montgomery funds! You can't afford this mortgage on a junior partner salary!" Richard warned.
"I bought this house with my own independent investments, Richard. You don't own me, and you don't own my family," Ethan stated.
Maya walked down the hallway, standing proudly beside her husband with baby Liam held securely in her arms.
Richard looked past Ethan, his cold blue eyes locking onto Maya with pure, unadulterated hatred.
"You brought this low-class trash into our legacy, Ethan. She ruined you, just like Victoria said," Richard spat spat coldly.
"Get off my porch before I call the sheriff and have you join your wife in a holding cell," Ethan warned dangerously.
Richard scoffed, turning on his heel and marching down the steps toward his luxury Mercedes sedan parked at the curb.
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"This isn't over, Ethan! You'll be begging for my help before the week is out!" Richard shouted before slamming his car door.
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