My Arrogant Cousin Forced Me to Eat Dinner in a Bathroom at a Town Gala — So I Cancelled Her Son's $4,500 Allowance and Evicted Them Both
Julian Albright walked into Thomas Halloway’s temporary office alone. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days. His expensive clothes were rumpled, his hair unkempt. The usual sheen of pampered confidence was gone, replaced by a desperate, hollow anxiety.
He sat across from me, avoiding my gaze, picking at a loose thread on his cuff.
“I… I know everything,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse. “About the DNA. About the safe deposit box. About the mill.”
He finally looked up, his eyes bloodshot. “My mother… she forced me to stay silent that night at the party. She said if I helped her, she’d give me full control of the manor. That it was all for me.”
He pressed his palms to his eyes, a shudder running through him. “She even put my name on some of the company accounts, told me it was ‘for my future.’ Now the police are saying I could be charged with fraud, too.”
He was clearly terrified. The reality of criminal exposure had finally broken through his carefully constructed ignorance.
“I’ll give you everything,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “All of her private financial records. Anything you need. Just… please, don’t press charges against me. Please don’t let them take everything.”
I looked at Thomas, then back at Julian. He was a product of Beatrice’s manipulation, a weak link in her chain of lies.
“Julian,” I said, my voice measured, “I will not press personal fraud charges against you, provided you vacate the Albright Manor peacefully and cooperate fully with the authorities in their investigation into your mother’s actions.”
His head snapped up, a flicker of hope in his eyes.
“However,” I continued, “your monthly allowance is permanently revoked. And you must earn your own living. The manor, the corporate cards, the subsidised lifestyle – all of that is over.”
He stared at me, then at Thomas. The relief of avoiding criminal charges warred with the stark reality of financial destitution. His alliance with Beatrice, built on greed and lies, had finally fractured. He was alone, and utterly stripped of privilege.
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