Chapter 4: Greed is a Rabid Dog
Greed is a rabid dog that eventually bites its own master, and Victoria was bleeding out. Two days after the disastrous non-wedding, Brandon sat in his sprawling Manhattan penthouse, the city skyline glowing beneath him. His lead attorney, Marcus, dropped a thick leather-bound dossier onto the glass coffee table.
“She’s suing, just like we expected,” Marcus said, adjusting his glasses. “She claims emotional distress and defamation. She’s demanding ten million dollars to settle quietly out of court, leveraging the fact that a public trial might traumatize Maya further.”
Brandon’s jaw tightened. He poured himself a glass of bourbon, the ice clinking loudly in the quiet room. “She thinks she can use my daughter’s peace of mind as a bargaining chip. She underestimated who she’s dealing with.”
Marcus nodded, opening the dossier. “We did a deep dive into her finances, as you requested. The 'old money' facade her family projects is a complete lie. Her family’s estate has been heavily mortgaged for three years. She was banking on your corporate accounts to clear their debts. But it gets worse, Brandon. We tracked the offshore wire transfers she made using the joint account you set up for the wedding expenses.”
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Brandon leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “How much?”
“Two million dollars. Funneled into a shell company registered in her brother’s name,” Marcus replied. “It wasn’t just emotional abuse, Brandon. It’s federal wire fraud. We don’t just have enough to counter-sue; we have enough to send her to federal prison.”
