Chapter 8 - Victoria Packed Her Designer Bags Under Strict Armed Guard
Upstairs in the palatial master bedroom, the atmosphere was thick with frantic panic and bitter recrimination.
Victoria threw designer handbags, silk dresses, and diamond jewelry into oversized leather luggage cases with trembling hands.
“We are not leaving without a fight, Richard! Call our high-priced defense lawyers in Manhattan right now!” Victoria shrieked.
Richard sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, staring blankly at the wall with hollow, defeated eyes.
“Our accounts are frozen, Victoria... the federal estate freeze blocked every single credit card and liquid asset we owned,” Richard whispered.
Two private security guards hired by the estate executors stood silently by the bedroom door, watching their every move.
“You expect me to walk out of this mansion wearing a designer gown and carrying my own luggage like a peasant?” Victoria sobbed.
“You’ll walk out however they tell you to walk out, because we have zero leverage left,” Richard replied flatly.
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The reality of their sudden poverty stung worse than any physical blow could ever manage.
The golden cage they had built on the ruins of another family’s life had finally collapsed entirely.
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