Evelyn hit the wall, catching herself on the gilded edge of an oil painting as her hair came undone.
Evelyn: You touched me! That is assault, Marcus! I will call my divorce lawyer right now!
Marcus: You don't have a divorce lawyer, Evelyn, because you were never married to me.
Evelyn: We signed the pre-wedding civil registry paperwork on Tuesday!
Marcus: Take a closer look at the counter behind you.
Marcus pointed calmly toward the marble console table near the grand staircase.
A small black dome lens gleamed beside a crystal vase of white lilies.
Evelyn: What is that?
Marcus: 4K high-definition security camera with active directional audio recording.
Evelyn: You... you put cameras in the living areas?
Marcus: Frank installed them this morning after Claire told me she found moving boxes hidden in the attic.
Evelyn: That is an invasion of my privacy! This was my private residence too!
Marcus: The deed is solely in my name, paid in full before I ever met you at that charity gala.
Claire: Daddy? Did she take my mommy's music box too?
Claire peeked out from behind the door, clutching her teddy bear by its ear.
Marcus: Stay back in the room, sweetie. Daddy is handling it.
Evelyn: Don't play the saintly father routine with me, Marcus! You left her with nannies half the year!
Marcus: And I paid those nannies to protect her, not terrorize her while packing up her childhood!
Evelyn: That little brat was driving me insane! She kept calling for Sarah every single night!
Marcus: Because she is grieving her mother!
Evelyn: Sarah is dead! Dead people don't own mansions! Dead people don't deserve half the inheritance!
Marcus's eyes darkened with cold, unyielding rage.
Marcus: Say that again.
Evelyn: You heard me! I wasn't going to spend twenty years playing second fiddle to a ghost and a needy child!
Marcus: The audio server just uploaded that entire rant to my legal team's cloud storage.
Evelyn: You wouldn't dare leak that! It would destroy your stock valuation!
Marcus: My company shares don't mean a thing compared to my daughter's safety.
Evelyn: Marcus, think about the publicity! The board of directors will question your stability!
Marcus: The board answers to me, Evelyn. I own eighty percent of the voting equity.
Evelyn: Please... you can't throw me out on the street the night before our wedding!
Marcus: I am not throwing you onto the street.
Evelyn: You aren't? Marcus, I knew you had a heart, darling—
Marcus: You are going straight to a federal prison!
Heavy boots thudded against the stone steps outside as sirens wailed in the long winding driveway.
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