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The Price of Betrayal / Chapter 3 / 10

Chapter 3 - The Reading of the Will

The atmosphere inside the massive, heavily wood-paneled mahogany library was incredibly tense, highly suffocating, and filled with a thick, undeniable aura of absolute, unadulterated human greed.

My highly abusive parents and my three spoiled, incredibly arrogant siblings sat comfortably on the expensive, imported Italian leather sofas while eagerly, impatiently waiting for the senior family lawyer to finally speak.

They had already begun loudly, boastfully discussing exactly how they were going to selfishly and rapidly spend my late grandmother's massive, multi-generational fortune on their own lavish, superficial desires.

My father proudly, loudly announced to the room that he was immediately going to purchase a brand new, highly customized luxury yacht for his upcoming, highly exclusive summer vacation in the south of France.

My mother was entirely busy flipping through high-fashion, incredibly expensive designer magazines to explicitly select her next massive, multi-million dollar diamond necklace to show off at her pathetic country club galas.

I stood completely quietly in the absolute darkest, most heavily shadowed corner of the massive library while desperately trying my absolute best to remain completely, entirely invisible to their highly predatory, dangerous eyes.

The elderly, highly distinguished lawyer nervously cleared his throat, adjusting his silver-rimmed glasses, and slowly opened the incredibly thick, highly secure leather binder resting heavily on the polished wooden desk.

He began reading the highly complex, incredibly dense legal jargon with a highly serious, deeply solemn tone that immediately demanded absolute, unbroken silence from the greedy vultures sitting in the room.

When he finally, deliberately reached the specific, highly anticipated section detailing the primary, massive distribution of the vast, overarching wealth, the entire temperature in the room seemed to violently freeze.

The lawyer explicitly, clearly stated that the absolute entirety of the multi-million dollar, globally diversified investment portfolio was left exclusively, permanently, and irrevocably to me, Elena Harrington.

He further announced, with a slight tremble in his professional voice, that the incredibly historic, immensely valuable Harrington Estate and all of its vast surrounding lands were now legally my sole, undisputed property.

My father violently leaped up from the expensive leather sofa with a face entirely, terrifyingly flushed in a violent, highly aggressive shade of deep crimson red.

He screamed at the absolute top of his lungs, his voice echoing violently off the high ceilings, that the legal document was an absolute, disgusting fraud and a massive, completely unacceptable legal mistake.

My mother aggressively, violently threw her expensive, half-empty crystal wine glass directly against the heavy brick fireplace, where it shattered instantly into a thousand tiny, highly dangerous, and sharp pieces.

Julian aggressively, terrifyingly marched completely across the large room and violently, brutally grabbed me by the delicate collar of my fragile, worn-out cotton shirt.

He violently slammed my back incredibly hard against the heavy, solid wooden bookshelf while furiously demanding that I immediately, instantly sign the entire massive list of assets directly over to them.

The senior lawyer frantically, loudly yelled that any further physical coercion or violence would absolutely result in their immediate, highly public arrest and severe, lengthy federal imprisonment.

My father aggressively cornered me with wild, completely unhinged eyes and explicitly, darkly threatened to completely end my miserable life right then and there if I did not immediately surrender the massive inheritance.

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I looked directly, fearlessly into the furious, bloodshot eyes of the very monsters who had ruthlessly, systematically tortured me for nearly two entire, highly agonizing decades.

Instead of crying, shaking, and desperately begging for their mercy like I had always done in the past, I felt a sudden, massive surge of overwhelming, highly intoxicating power coursing rapidly through my veins.

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