What they didn’t know was that while they were plotting, I was executing.
On Tuesday morning, my personal attorney, Richard, arrived at the house. He didn’t knock; he used the master key I had given him. He carried a thick leather briefcase containing the absolute proof of my hidden advantage. Not only did I own the mansion, but my forensic accountants had just uncovered that Bianca had been embezzling thousands of dollars from the private estate account I had set up for property taxes. She had been using my money to fund her lavish lifestyle.
When Caleb and Bianca walked into the living room and saw Richard sitting on the sofa, Bianca smirked. “Oh, good. Did you hire a lawyer to negotiate your exit, Eleanor? Because it’s too late.”
Richard didn’t smile. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Bianca with cold pity. “You targeted the wrong woman, Mrs. Vance.”
Part 3
Bianca’s smirk instantly vanished. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Richard slid a stack of legal documents across the coffee table. “This is a formal notice of immediate eviction. Furthermore, it is a notification of a pending criminal investigation regarding the seventy-five thousand dollars you illegally transferred from the Vance Estate fund into your personal offshore account over the last six months.”
Caleb blinked, looking from the papers to his wife. “What? Bianca, what is he talking about? This is our house!”
“No, Caleb,” I said, stepping forward. I was no longer the quiet, frail mother they thought they could break. I was Eleanor Vance. “Your father left everything to me. This mansion, the trust, the investments—they are all mine. I only let you live here because I thought you were struggling. Instead, you allowed your wife to abuse me while you turned up the television.”
Bianca’s face drained of color. “This is a lie! Caleb, do something!”
“He can’t do anything,” Richard interrupted coldly. “The eviction is legally binding. You have exactly one hour to gather your personal belongings and vacate the premises. If you are not gone by then, the police will remove you for trespassing. And as for the embezzlement, Bianca, my office has already forwarded the evidence to the District Attorney.”
Caleb fell to his knees, his voice cracking with desperation. “Mom, please! We have nowhere to go! My business is dead, we have no savings. You can’t do this to your own son!”
