Chapter 4 - The Eviction Warning
Eleanor stepped back, her face twisted in defensive malice as she clutched her Fifth Avenue shopping bags like armor.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Eleanor yelled at Julian, attempting to regain control over her golden child.
"I am your mother! Everything I do is for the overall strength of our family bloodline!"
"And what about my child?" I interrupted, stepping directly between them, my presence looming over their pathetic squabble.
"What about the baby growing inside me while you two spent my personal savings on luxury clothes and Ohio real estate?"
Julian looked at me, a pathetic, desperate pleading creeping into his bloodshot eyes.
"Evelyn... baby, please," Julian stammered, taking a cautious step toward me with his hands raised.
"I didn't know... I swear to God I didn't know she was lying to me! We can fix this together!"
"There is no 'we' anymore, Julian," I said flatly, my heart as cold and unyielding as Manhattan marble.
"You told me fifteen minutes ago that you could have a hundred wives, but only one mother."
"So now you can go live with that one mother... anywhere else except inside my penthouse."
I tapped another button on my phone, illuminating the screen with a live security video feed from the lobby downstairs.
Two uniformed officers from the NYPD's First Precinct were standing by the concierge desk, holding official court papers.
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"I filed an emergency restraining order and a formal notice to quit two hours ago," I declared proudly.
"You have thirty minutes to pack your personal clothes and get out of my building."
