Chapter 8 - The Eviction Notice
A high-strung city marshal in a dark uniform stepped into the kitchen, holding a red-stamped legal document in his hand. Behind him stood Victoria Vance, wearing a sleek designer dress, her arms crossed arrogantly over her chest.
“Clare Bennett?” the marshal announced sternly. “I am serving you with an immediate commercial eviction notice and building seizure order.”
Clare gasped, dropping her whisk onto the table. “Eviction notice?! What are you talking about? My property taxes are up to date! My mortgage payment isn't due for two weeks!”
Victoria stepped into the flour-dusted kitchen, her high heels clicking loudly against the tile floor. She looked around the rustic bakery with total, aristocratic disgust.
“Your mortgage payment was called in early under the bank’s high-risk commercial clause, Miss Bennett,” Victoria sneered, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy. “First Heritage Trust has canceled your loan. You have forty-eight hours to vacate the premises before the building is auctioned off.”
Lily shrank back against Clare’s side, her body trembling violently as the traumatic fear returned to her eyes. Clare wrapped a protective arm around the teenager’s shoulders.
“Victoria,” Roman’s voice boomed through the room, cold as ice, as he stepped forward from the shadows.
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Victoria’s confident smirk flickered for a second, but she quickly smoothed her face, looking at Roman with fake sweetness.
👉 “Oh, Roman darling,” Victoria purred. “I didn't expect to find you in a filthy kitchen like this.”
