Chapter 9 - The Ultimate Eviction
Before stepping away from the table, Eleanor turned back to her sobbing, ruined husband and her treacherous former friend.
"I want both of you off my property in exactly five minutes," Eleanor commanded, her tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. "If you are still standing on this lawn when I look out the kitchen window, I will have the police arrest you both for trespassing and corporate embezzlement."
"Eleanor, please! Where are we supposed to go?!" Jess begged, her face streaked with black mascara as she clung to Jeffrey’s arm.
"I hear the local motel is lovely this time of year," Eleanor replied smoothly.
Without another word, Eleanor turned her back on them completely. She guided little Mia into the house, followed closely by the entire crowd of disgusted guests who refused to even look at Jeffrey and Jess as they passed.
The heavy glass sliding doors slammed shut, locking with a loud, absolute click.
Jeffrey and Jess were left entirely alone in the sunny backyard, surrounded by pink and white balloons, entirely bankrupt and permanently ruined. Jeffrey pulled out his phone, frantically trying to access the banking app, only to find a bold red error message confirming that he was entirely locked out of his own life.
Within minutes, an expensive black SUV pulled into the driveway. It was Eleanor’s private security team, dispatched by her attorney to ensure the traitors left the premises immediately. Jeffrey and Jess were escorted off the property with nothing but the clothes on their backs, forced to walk down the suburban street in absolute, humiliating disgrace.
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They had tried to steal a queen's throne, and they ended up begging in the dirt.
👉 Continue to Part 10 for the heartwarming final conclusion.
