Chapter 7 - The Meeting of the Creditors
The heavy glass double doors of the estate’s private boardroom opened smoothly as Vivian and Beatrice were escorted inside by private security guards. They looked like ghosts—disheveled, panicked, and stripped of their haughty arrogance.
At the head of a massive mahogany conference table sat Mara. Not as the timid, abused outcast of yesterday, but as the principal shareholder and majority board member of Veritas Capital.
“Sit down,” Mara said softly, her voice carrying an authoritative weight that commanded absolute silence.
Vivian collapsed into a leather chair, her hands trembling uncontrollably. “Mara... what is this? How do you own... how is this possible?”
“For ten years,” Mara began, opening a sleek leather binder, “while you treated me as a burden and my husband as a nobody, Daniel’s investment funds generated the silent capital that kept your lavish lifestyle afloat. Every bailout you ever received? It came from us. Every time the bank threatened to seize Willowmere? I stopped them.”
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Beatrice gasped, tears of rage welling in her eyes. “You... you played us? You let us grovel?”
“I gave you every chance to be a family,” I replied, my eyes hardening into steel. “And yesterday, at my daughter's expense, you proved you were beyond saving.”
