Chapter 9 - The Eviction Notice
Forty-eight hours later, heavy moving trucks lined the circular driveway of Willowmere. The grand estate, once a symbol of the Sterling family’s untouchable pride, was now echoing with the sound of packing boxes being loaded into trucks.
Sheriff’s deputies stood by as Vivian and Beatrice were handed their final eviction notices. Their designer wardrobes, antique furniture, and luxury art collections were being inventoried and seized as collateral against their massive debts.
As Vivian walked down the grand marble steps for the very last time, she spotted a sleek black car parked at the edge of the property. I rolled down the window, looking out at the woman who had tormented me my entire life.
“Please, Mara,” Vivian choked out, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Have mercy. We have nowhere to go.”
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“You told my four-year-old daughter that she didn’t belong at your table,” I replied, my voice steady and cold. “Now, you finally understand what it feels like to have nothing.”
I rolled the window up, leaving them standing alone in the gravel driveway as the car drove away.
