Chapter 8 - The Fall of the Traitors
Flynn dropped to his knees right on the marble floor, his cuffed hands reaching out toward Mabel in a pathetic attempt to beg for forgiveness.
"Mabel! Please! I was wrong!" Flynn wept, tears ruining his handsome features as the crowd filmed his downfall. "My mother pushed me to treat you like that! Selina manipulated me! I love you, Mabel! Give me one more chance!"
Selina shrieked in anger, kicking her high heels against the floor. "You lying bastard! You told me you hated her! You told me she was a useless leech!"
Mabel stopped inches away from Flynn, looking down at him with icy, detached composure.
She reached down, picked up the platinum wedding ring Flynn had thrown at her feet earlier, and tossed it into a glass of champagne sitting on a nearby table.
"You had seven years to show me respect, Flynn," Mabel said, her quiet, lethal voice cutting through his sobs. "You chose greed, arrogance, and cruelty. Now you can explain your choices to a federal judge."
The federal agents dragged Flynn and Selina out through the grand entrance of the ballroom, their frantic screaming fading away into the rain-slicked street outside.
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Fiona sat weeping hysterically in her chair, completely disgraced as her former high-society friends turned their backs on her.
👉 Read Part 9 to see how Mabel transformed the company.
