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
I found Julian waiting for me in the diner parking lot, leaning against his polished black SUV. His face was blotchy, and his expensive suit looked crumpled from agitation. The cold morning air seemed to bite at his exposed neck.
“What is going on?” he demanded, pushing off the car as I approached. “My $4,500 monthly payment to the bank didn’t go through! They froze my company accounts! My staff can’t get paid!”
His voice carried across the nearly empty lot, making a few early morning shoppers turn their heads.
I stopped a few feet from him, meeting his frantic gaze with a steady one. “Julian, your luxury lifestyle has been funded by my corporate foundation for years. Not your mother’s ‘non-existent inheritance’.”
His jaw dropped. “What are you talking about? Beatrice controls the Albright Family Trust! She always has!”
He straightened, puffing out his chest. “I’ll call my lawyers! You can’t just cut off my funds without notice!”
I reached into my handbag and pulled out a folded document. It was the title deed to the Albright Manor, freshly printed and certified.
“This manor,” I said, unfolding it to show him the top line, “is registered to my private LLC, ‘Pine Ridge Holdings LLC’. It has been since 2012.”
His eyes widened, darting between the document and my face. He took a hesitant step back, as if the paper itself might bite him. The color drained from his face as he saw the legal specifics.
“No… no, that’s impossible,” he stammered, shaking his head. “Beatrice said…”
“Beatrice said many things, Julian,” I interjected quietly. “Few of them true.”
He fumbled for his phone, his fingers trembling as he tried to dial. “I’ll get my own legal team on this! You’ll see! You can’t just come in here and destroy everything!”
He was unaware, in his panic, that the corporate card he’d been using—the one that had funded so many lavish expenses for years, often at Beatrice’s behest—was now the subject of a fraud investigation. The associated corporate tax liabilities had quietly frozen his personal bank accounts an hour ago. He truly had nothing left.
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