“They have until noon to figure that out,” I said coldly. “Send the papers.”
30 Minutes of Absolute Power
By 8:30 a.m., Ryan was undoubtedly sitting in his high-rise office downtown, wearing a tailored suit paid for by my allowance, feeling like a god because he had beaten his old man. He probably thought I was hiding in shame.
He had no idea that at 9:15 a.m., Arthur Pendelton signed the digital deed. At 9:45 a.m., my phone buzzed with a bank notification: +$10,000,000.00 successfully deposited.
The house was no longer mine. And it certainly wasn’t Ryan’s.
At 10:00 a.m., I hired a private security team and a heavy-duty moving crew. I gave them very specific instructions.
The Knock on the Door
At 11:15 a.m., Vanessa was lounging by the infinity pool, sipping a green smoothie and scrolling through Instagram, likely planning how to spend Ryan’s next bonus.
Suddenly, the heavy iron gates of the estate buzzed open. A massive flatbed truck, two moving vans, and three black SUVs pulled into the driveway—the same driveway I had paid to pave.
