Chapter 4: The Deed of Destruction
As Evelyn was dragged out, the ballroom seemed to expand, the stifling atmosphere lifting. Julian ignored the gasps of the onlookers. He signaled to his legal team, who were standing at the edge of the room with a tablet.
"Transfer the remaining deed documents," Julian commanded. "Publicly."
The massive digital screens lining the ballroom wall, previously displaying photos of the mansion’s architecture, suddenly flickered. A legal document appeared: the final transfer of the estate, signed and sealed, now entirely in Clara’s name. It was a power move that left the entire elite crowd reeling. The wife wasn't just a visitor; she was the sovereign of the estate.
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Evelyn, from the courtyard, caught a glimpse of the screen through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She watched as her social standing collapsed in real-time, replaced by the cold, hard facts of ownership. She had tried to have the mistress of the house thrown out, and in return, the house had been gifted to that very woman as a final, crushing statement.
Clara walked to the window, watching the socialite vanish into the dark of the parking lot. The collision of worlds had been violent, but the dust was finally settling.
