Chapter 5 - The Hidden Camera Exposes the Real Vanessa Cole
Daniel stood up from his leather executive chair, rounding the heavy mahogany desk with measured, deliberate strides.
“You wanted leverage over my household staff,” Daniel said, answering Grace’s lingering question with chilling clarity.
“You wanted everyone terrified of your wrath so you could slowly take over management of the estate.”
Vanessa turned around, her eyes flashing with venomous hatred now that her polite mask had completely burned away.
“Your life was sterile, Daniel! You lived like a monk in a concrete museum until I came along and gave it style!” she screamed.
“You gave me a staged performance,” Daniel corrected her, stopping just a few feet away from her distorted face.
“Every dinner party, every anniversary gift, every flower sent to my mother’s grave—it was all just part of your social resume.”
Vanessa sneered, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder with an air of bitter, aristocratic defiance.
“And what if it was? You’re a billionaire construction mogul who builds skyscrapers but can't read a real woman.”
Grace stepped forward from the doorway, her voice surprisingly steady as she interrupted the escalating argument.
“Real women don't destroy single mothers just to win an argument at a luncheon, Ms. Cole,” Grace stated firmly.
Vanessa whipped her head around, glaring at the maid with unadulterated classist fury burning in her blue eyes.
“Stay out of this, you cleaning-fee peasant! This is between me and the man who was foolish enough to buy me a ring!”
Before Vanessa could finish her sentence, Daniel reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a velvet ring box.
He didn't open it.
Instead, he tossed it casually onto the glass coffee table like an unwanted piece of junk mail.
“Take your clothes, take your jewelry, and take your lawyer when he calls,” Daniel said flatly.
“My security team is downstairs waiting to escort your luggage to the front gates.”
Vanessa stared at the velvet box lying on the glass table as if it were a venomous snake ready to strike.
“You’ll regret this, Daniel,” she hissed, backing toward the study doors.
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