Chapter 16 - The Socialite Ex Fiancee Plans Her Vicious Revenge
Across town in a lavish Upper East Side penthouse, Victoria Vanderbilt was smashing crystal champagne flutes against the brick wall. Her face was twisted with hysterical rage as she watched financial news networks discuss her public humiliation.
"He humiliated me in front of the entire global elite! He chose street brats over a Vanderbilt alliance!" Victoria screamed furiously. Her father, Arthur, walked into the room calmly, pouring himself a glass of neat bourbon with a calculating smirk.
"Don't throw a temper tantrum, Victoria; anger clouds judgment," Arthur advised smoothly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "We don't need to destroy Jonathan through corporate boards anymore; we have a much more personal weapon."
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Victoria stopped crying, turning her tear-streaked face toward her father with sharp, inquisitive interest. "What are you talking about, Daddy? What weapon?" she demanded impatiently.
Arthur smiled wickedly, pulling an old private investigator's dossier from his suit pocket and tossing it onto the marble table. "We found their long-lost mother, Clara, living under an alias in Miami... and she wants full custody of those little girls."
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