My Estranged Mother Used An Old Override Code To Smash Into My $14.5M Penthouse Vault — But The Written Letter In Her Hand Changed Everything
I stood up, the burner phone still clutched in my hand, its screen displaying the damning texts.
“You knew about this,” I accused, my voice low and dangerous. “You knew Banning sent Kross.”
Chloe had moved closer to the vault server rack, her fingers idly tracing the exposed wires. She turned to me, her expression a mask of feigned concern.
“Marcus, darling, you’re not making any sense,” she said, her voice soft, almost soothing. “It’s the stress, isn’t it? All those long nights, staring at screens. You’re suffering a mental breakdown.”
She shook her head sadly. “Apex is a demanding company. I always told you it would happen.”
My jaw clenched. Her classic move. Deny, deflect, and declare me unstable.
“These texts prove Kross sold you out,” I countered, thrusting the phone forward. “They prove Julian Banning orchestrated this whole thing.”
Chloe barely glanced at the screen. She laughed, a short, sharp sound. “Oh, these little digital whispers. What do they prove, really? You’re imagining things, sweetie.”
Then her tone shifted, hardening. “Now, listen to me, Marcus. I have reporters waiting on Wilshire Boulevard. Tabloid reporters.”
My blood ran cold. The thought of my pristine reputation, my meticulously built career, being dragged through the mud by her.
“I will tell them you physically assaulted me inside this suite,” she threatened, her eyes narrowing. “They’ll believe me. You know they will.”
She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, though it carried more menace than any shout. “Unless you sign over the penthouse title. Immediately.”
The sirens were practically outside the door. My window to act was closing.
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