Chapter 7 - Vanessa Storms Out of the Charlotte Estate Forever
Outside the grand front entrance of the Whitfield estate, two burly security guards waited beside a golf cart.
Luggage bags wrapped in expensive leather designer labels were stacked neatly on the grass near the circular driveway.
Vanessa Cole marched down the stone steps in her high heels, her face twisted into a mask of bitter humiliation.
“Don't touch those bags with your bare hands; they cost more than your annual salary,” she snapped at the guard.
The security guard didn't blink or argue, simply loading the luxury luggage into the back of the estate transport vehicle.
“Your ride to the airport Hilton is waiting at the main security gate, Ms. Cole,” the guard stated professionally.
Vanessa climbed into the passenger seat of the estate buggy, slamming the side door shut with unnecessary force.
As the vehicle rolled down the long, tree-lined asphalt driveway toward Lake Norman, she stared back at the mansion.
The massive stone structure looked imposing and cold against the twilight sky, stripping her of her future billionaire status.
Her phone buzzed inside her designer handbag, flashing an incoming call from her mother in Palm Beach.
Vanessa swiped the screen, her voice cracking with suppressed tears as she answered the call.
“Mom... it’s over,” she sobbed into the receiver.
“What do you mean it’s over? Did he postpone the wedding?” her mother’s sharp voice demanded through the speaker.
“He threw me out because of his maid... he has security cameras everywhere!” Vanessa wailed angrily.
“You let a domestic servant ruin a five-million-dollar prenuptial agreement?” her mother gasped in sheer disbelief.
“He’s insane, Mom! He staged a fake fall on the marble just to test us!” Vanessa shouted defensively.
“Listen to me very carefully, Vanessa,” her mother instructed coldly from Palm Beach.
“Pack your bags, come home to Florida, and let our family lawyers handle Daniel Whitfield in court.”
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Vanessa hung up the phone without answering, watching the iron gates of the estate open automatically to let her out.
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