Chapter 8 - The Fiancée's True Colors
The cinematic realism of the moment crashed over the foyer with the force of a nuclear bomb.
Vanessa let out a horrific, blood-curdling gasp of pure despair. She realized the millions of dollars she thought she had married into were completely, entirely fake. She wasn't a billionaire socialite; she was married to a broke, federal criminal.
"You lied to me?!" Vanessa shrieked hysterically, violently turning on her husband. She aggressively slapped Brandon across the face, completely dropping her loving, devoted wife facade. "You told me you were a CEO! You told me you bought this house!"
"Vanessa, please!" Brandon wept pathetically, reaching for her white cardigan. "We can fix this! We can run!"
"I'm not running anywhere with a broke felon!" Vanessa roared, her true, toxic, gold-digging colors completely exposed for her parents to see.
Vanessa’s wealthy parents were absolutely disgusted. They grabbed their expensive coats, looking at Brandon with pure hatred.
"You will never speak to our daughter again," her father spat, completely cutting Brandon off.
Vanessa didn't even pack a bag. She didn't even look at her seven-year-old daughter. She grabbed her purse and ran out the front door with her parents, aggressively abandoning her husband the exact second the money completely disappeared.
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Brandon was left completely alone in the foyer, surrounded by armed deputies.
👉 What desperate, pathetic move will the ruined son make?
