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My Fiancé Almost Kill Me On Thanksgiving Day
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00:00Thanksgiving night was the last calm moment I remembered.
00:04I tasted black truffle on my tongue, a holiday tart.
00:07Grayson insisted I try, and then everything blurred.
00:10The world tilted.
00:11My limbs went numb.
00:18And consciousness slipped out of my hands
00:19like water through broken glass.
00:23When I woke, both of my arms were broken,
00:26the pain sharp and white hot.
00:28And I was lying somewhere deep inside
00:30the Sierra Nevada wilderness.
00:35My fiance handed my private jet to his assistant
00:38like it was a party favor.
00:41I didn't even pause to process the insult.
00:47My fingers were dialing the FAA emergency line
00:49before the outrage fully settled in my chest.
00:53And within minutes, they intercepted her midair,
00:55grounding the plane at the nearest federal airfield.
00:59When Grayson Whitmore found out, he didn't look shocked.
01:02He didn't look guilty either.
01:04He looked irritated at me, not her.
01:07Jesus Celeste.
01:08He sighed, stroked his forehead as if I were the unreasonable one.
01:13Mia just wanted to fly home for Thanksgiving and make a good impression.
01:17It's not that deep.
01:19She's still being held by federal officers.
01:21Would you please go down there and explain it was a misunderstanding?
01:24They're not going to prosecute a girl for wanting to feel important.
01:27Sometimes I wondered whether he genuinely believed the bullshit he said,
01:30or if he simply thought I was too soft or too in love to call him on it.
01:34Grayson, this isn't about feeling important.
01:39This is about flying a multi-million dollar aircraft without a pilot's license.
01:45If he was showing off.
01:47And people who break federal aviation law should face the consequences.
01:50Even if they flutter their eyelashes at you.
01:53He let out a long theatrical exhale,
01:55the kind meant to signal I was being impossible, before turning away.
02:00I'll have Whitmore Enterprise's legal department deal with it.
02:03You never know how to pick your battles.
02:11The cold earth pressing through my skin like a second heartbeat.
02:14A red glow washed over me.
02:16The beam of an infrared camera before Grayson's voice followed, low and venomous.
02:21You know, Mia was detained for 48 hours because of your little tantrum.
02:24He asked his tone dangerously calm.
02:26She was terrified.
02:28So you can fly a plane.
02:30Big deal.
02:32Let's see what other impressive skills you have.
02:34Think you can walk out of here naked and make it home.
02:38My vision shook, but I forced my good fingers, what remained of them,
02:42to reach the side of my AR tactical glasses.
02:45The emergency signal was faint, but it was there.
02:48I pressed the button, my voice cutting through the wind in a low, steady rasp.
02:51Get here in 30 minutes, and I will owe you everything.
02:56Celeste Montgomery, you're going to apologize to Mia right now, and say out loud that you're nothing but a worthless
03:02bitch.
03:03Otherwise, you can rot out here in the Sierra Nevada until the toxins in the air finish you off, or
03:08until something with fangs does.
03:10Mia Carrington nestled comfortably against his chest as if this were some sick holiday movie scene, instead of an attempted
03:16murder broadcast to criminals, slid into the frame.
03:20Celeste, honey, your arms are broken.
03:23Maybe just give in a little.
03:25If you apologize, I'll ask Gray to pull you out of here.
03:28Grayson pulled her in and kissed her, the glow of the screen sharpening the cruelty in his eyes.
03:32Then he lifted the drone controller, sinking our feed to a Darknet livestream packed with faceless buyers who treated human
03:39suffering like a sport.
03:40Ladies and gentlemen, your Thanksgiving special begins now.
03:46Celeste Montgomery, daughter of old money royalty, former federal wilderness survival specialist.
03:51We'll attempt to cross the Sierra Nevada with no gear, no clothes, and two broken arms.
03:56Place your bets on how long she'll last, $1,000 per minute.
04:01No upper limit.
04:09For one heartbeat, the mask slipped, and I saw the same kid who used to sneak me into Met Gallus
04:14and promise me the world.
04:16Then Mia whispered something and the mask slammed back down, harder, crueler.
04:21Celeste, you can't just throw away five years, unless you already have some side piece lined up,
04:30some Wall Street wolf waiting in a Park Avenue penthouse.
04:39Montgomery Global stock is tanking faster than SPS.
04:43Celeste, you're nothing without me.
04:45You want to call off the wedding? Fine.
04:47When the feds freeze every offshore account your grandfather buried in the Caymans.
04:51Get that drone interface.
04:53Give the subscribers the money shot.
04:554K, night vision, the works.
04:58I threw up a broken arm to shield myself.
05:00Then remembered I was naked underneath the ruins of a $10,000 gown.
05:05Shame burned hotter than the chemical fire in my veins.
05:08I curled into a ball, slid another foot down the Icelandic slope, and nearly pitched into the ravine.
05:14Somewhere below, Timberwolves started howling. Real ones, not metaphors.
05:20Celeste, honey, just signed the transfer. It's only money.
05:22Let Grayson cool off. We'll airlift you out, get you a spa day at Mirval, pretend this never happened.
05:27A second drone swooped in, mechanical claw gripping a tablet displaying the share transfer agreement.
05:31It hovered six inches from my nose like a guillotine.
05:34Sign, or freeze, your choice.
05:40Go to hell!
05:45Something slithered over my cheek. Centipede. Six inches long, rocky mountain paranoia venom.
05:51It crawled into my ear. The pain was so bright, I almost welcomed it.
05:56Then gravity took over again. I clawed at frozen granite fingernails snapping,
06:01and slid closer to the poison ivage oak trap, where rattlesnakes denned for winter.
06:07Keep talking tough, princess. Ten more feet and you're in the viper pit.
06:11Let's see that harbor mouth negotiate with diamond eyes.
06:13You're not the Montgomery heiress anymore, Celeste. Grayson says if you sign and apologize live,
06:18admit you framed me for cooking the books, tried to send an innocent girl to federal prison,
06:21he'll call the chopper. I'll even forgive you for that SEC subpoena you paid for.
06:26You vicious bitch! Trying to lock Mia up? What about her little sister who needs chemo?
06:34The first drone released a glass ampule. It shattered at my feet in a hiss of white vapor.
06:41The snow around my bare feet melted into black sludge, military-grade corrosives.
06:46Flesh on my calf bubbled like acid on steak. I screamed until my throat tore.
06:53Scared yet, Celeste? Apologize to Mia. Now. Or the next one goes in your face.
07:00I dragged myself an inch uphill, blood painting the snow red. The metallic scent drew every leech,
07:07tick, and beetle in a five-mile radius. They burrowed under what was left of my dress. I couldn't swap
07:13them off.
07:14For the first time in 28 years of boardrooms, bailouts, and Forbes covers.
07:19Celeste Montgomery was out of moves. I lifted my head to the drone lens,
07:24to the man who once swore he'd burn the world before he'd let me get hurt.
07:29Grayson, when I get out of here, and I will, I'm going to take everything!
07:35Then, the centipede in my ear released its venom. The ravine rushed up to swallow me,
07:41and the last thing I heard was Mia laughing, like she'd already want him.
07:49Everything bled crimson blood. Mud. The strobing red of the drone's emergency LEDs.
07:55I couldn't tell where one ended, and the other began. My pulse hammered so loud,
08:00I barely heard the darknet chat lose its collective mind.
08:06Even Grayson's executive assistant started sweating bullets. The guy had buried bodies for Whitmore
08:11Enterprises in three continents, but live streaming a billionaire heiress getting eaten by wolves
08:16apparently crossed a line. Mr. Whitmore, sir. Celeste looks half dead already.
08:22Heart rate's crashing on the biometric feed. She's not dying.
08:27Girls like Celeste don't die, they just get humbled. If she hadn't spent the last five years trying to
08:33frame Mia for securities fraud, maybe I'd have gone easy. Tonight's just a friendly reminder.
08:46I forced my head up, locked eyes with the drone's cold lens, and let every ounce of Montgomery
08:51steel pour into my glare. I did nothing wrong. Why the hell should I hand over 10
08:55percent of the company? My great-grandfather built from steel mills in Pittsburgh. Just because
09:00some trust fund psycho wants to flex. Bugs, please. I'd spent summers tagging grizzlies with federal
09:07wildlife teams and catmine before I could legally drink. This was just another Tuesday in hell.
09:13With everything I had left, I rolled onto my back and dragged myself across the jagged shale.
09:18Rocks tore fresh gashes across my shoulder blades, but the pain was a blessing. It scraped off half the
09:24leeches and centipedes burrowed into my skin. Blood mixed with snow into pink slush. Yet somewhere
09:29in the haze I spotted it. A cluster of wild sagebrush glowing faintly under the drone's floodlight.
09:35The same plant rangers in Denali swear by. Crushed leaves masked blood scent for exactly 11 minutes.
09:41I take six. Celeste Montgomery, have you no shame? Beg right now or the next thing coming down
09:49that ravine won't be bugs. You never planned to let me walk out of here, Grayson. Dead or broken.
09:57You decided the second you spiked the champagne. Oh my god Celeste, what are you doing?
10:07As I clawed the sagebrush closer, bit the stem until bitter juice flooded my mouth, then smeared
10:12the pulp across every bleeding wound. The alkaloids hit my bloodstream like ice water, numbed the nerve
10:18endings, killed the scent trail. Temporary, sure, but temporary was all I needed. Mia always said you
10:24were a snake. Guess she's right, you're trying to fake a suicide, pin it on me, ruin Whitmore Enterprises,
10:30on Black Friday weekend. Classic Celeste. Even half naked in a blizzard, you're still scheming.
10:38Five years, Grayson. Five years I cleaned up your messes. Quieted the SC. Buried the insider trading
10:44rumors. Paid off that flight attendant you knocked up in Vegas. Without Montgomery Capital,
10:50you'd be still slinging dime bags outside Yale. For one heartbeat, the mask slipped again. Something
11:01raw flickered behind those Wall Street eyes. Guilt maybe, or the ghost of the boy who used to sneak
11:06me onto the roof of the Met to watch July 4th fireworks. Then Mia whispered poison in his ear,
11:11and the mask hardened into granite. This chick's got nine lives, boss. I thought she was done 10 minutes ago.
11:19Then let's burn through the rest. I want to see how long that Montgomery pride lasts when the wolves
11:26start chewing. Celeste, sweetie, don't make the wolves angry. You're screaming loud enough to wake every
11:33predator from here to Glaciers National Park. When you tried to send Mia to federal prison for cooking
11:38the books you cooked up yourself, did you warn her? Open the speakers. The drone's PA system blasted a recorded
11:45alpha wolf snarl at 180 decibels. Enough to rattle bones. Every tree around me exploded with movement.
11:53Branches snapped. Snow cascaded. The real pack answered the call. I froze every muscle seizing. Pain from my
12:00compound fractures. The acid burn on my calf. The centipede venom. None of it compared to the primal terror of
12:06glowing eyes
12:07circling in the dark. Eight, maybe ten sets. Timberwolves. Coastal giants. The kind that take down moves for fun.
12:14One stepped into the floodlight above me. Silver gray, 200 pounds of pure hunger. Its breath steamed in the
12:20sub-zero air. I heard the crunch of its paws. The low rumble in its chest. Grayson wanted me shredded
12:28on camera.
12:28Survival instinct kicked harder than any drug. I eased backward, inch by inch.
12:36Running now, princess? Where's all that billionaire backbone?
12:42Hide and seek with a wolf pack. How's that for a Thanksgiving tradition?
12:45Green eyes multiplied in the darkness. Fangs caught the light like switchblades.
12:50Last chance, Celeste. Kneel. Apologize to Mia on stream. I'll hit the ultrasonic repellent.
12:56Keep fighting and you're dinner.
13:01Say you're sorry, damn it.
13:04This is how the Montgomery line ends.
13:13She doesn't owe a single goddamn apology to anyone.
13:18And somewhere above the tree line, a black hawk chopper roared in love.
13:22And somewhere above the tree line, a black hawk chopper roared in love.
13:39Celeste, I've got you.
13:45Nathan Hale swung down like some avenging Spectre former Delta Force.
13:50Three-time national combatives champion.
13:53And the man my grandfather trusted with every dirty secret the Montgomery fortune ever needed buried.
13:59Nathan Hale?
14:00Nathan didn't answer him.
14:03The rage in his stare could have melted the glacier behind us.
14:07But his hands stayed gentle when he stripped off his plate carrier parka and wrapped it around my shaking shoulders.
14:14Celeste, I've got you.
14:15He scooped me up like I weighed nothing.
14:17So careful to keep pressure off the places where bone popes your skin.
14:22I tried to shrink away, mortified that Nathan Hale, of all people, was seeing me like this naked, filthy, broken.
14:29It's over, sweetheart.
14:32Nobody touches you again.
14:34His team dropped in behind him, suppressed rifles barking in short surgical bursts.
14:39The remaining wolves scattered into the dark light.
14:41They've never existed.
14:43Who the hell are you people?
14:45This is a private matter.
14:48Private?
14:51Kidnapping, aggravated assault,
14:54attempted murder.
14:55When did federal felonies become a couple spat?
14:58Grayson Whitmore, Mia Karen can kill the stream.
15:01Right now.
15:02Or I start putting rounds through optics.
15:05And we watch who's skull blooms next.
15:11Captain Hale, sir.
15:12This is a misunderstanding.
15:14Save it for the U.S. Attorney.
15:16Or for the Montgomery Legal Division.
15:19Your choice.
15:20Montgomery?
15:21Montgomery?
15:22Which Montgomery?
15:24The one that makes the Dow twitch every time the old man sneezes.
15:27The one your boyfriend's been siphoning from for five years thinking nobody was watching.
15:34Celeste Montgomery.
15:37Heiress.
15:39Majority shareholder.
15:40And the woman you just tried to feed to wolves on Thanksgiving.
15:44Surprise.
15:50Grayson.
15:51The annulment papers hit your desk tomorrow morning.
15:53And the bankruptcy petition hits the Southern District of New York five minutes later.
15:58Happy Thanksgiving.
15:59Sleep tight.
16:00On that private jet cot.
16:07I still couldn't stop shaking partly from hypothermia.
16:11Part the special kind of cold that settles in your bones.
16:14When the man you loved tries to murder you for sport.
16:17Nathan knelt between the jump seats.
16:19Cleaning blood from my forearms with steady marine precision.
16:23Every swipe of the alcohol wipe felt like fire.
16:26But his touch never faltered.
16:28The Patriarch's got the estate on full lockdown.
16:31Top orthopedic trauma surgeon out of Johns Hopkins is already wheels up from Baltimore.
16:35Your grandfather tried to charter a C-130 to come rip Whitmore apart with his bare hands.
16:41Took three generals to talk him down.
16:44This one's yours to finish.
16:45I managed to nod every memory from the last five years rewound in high def.
16:51Grayson kissing my knuckles after the Montgomery Trust quietly bailed out his failing startup.
16:57Mia sliding updated contracts across his desk.
16:59Pupils blown wide with victory.
17:03The way he'd snap.
17:05What is that?
17:07Can you stop being so paranoid?
17:09Every time I pointed out her forged signatures.
17:12I'd ignored every red flag because I thought love meant trusting harder.
17:16Five years.
17:17I'm the punchline in a joke I helped write.
17:21You trusted the wrong person, Celeste.
17:24That doesn't make you stupid.
17:26It makes you human.
17:28And humans get even.
17:36Here's Mia's greatest hits.
17:38We've got her cold.
17:39I scrolled.
17:40She hollowed Whitmore Enterprises out like a Thanksgiving turkey and stuffed the carcass with IOS.
17:46Another file.
17:48Whitmore's real balance sheet.
17:51Red ink deep enough to drown Manhattan.
17:54Our legal team drafted everything.
17:57An annulment returns every gift, every trust contribution, every share he ever touched.
18:05Attempted murder.
18:06Conspiracy.
18:07Violation of the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act for the Darknet stream.
18:11The drone footage alone will put them away for 25 to life.
18:14I closed my eyes and saw Patriarch Montgomery's face crinkled with worry the last time.
18:20I turned down his offer to vet Grayson personally.
18:23He'd known.
18:24Of course he'd known.
18:25And I've been too proud, too in love, too blind.
18:33Take me home, Nathan.
18:35Tomorrow we burn their empire to the ground and salt the earth.
18:40Copy that, ma'am.
18:42Next stop, Montgomery State, Aspen.
18:45Then we make them.
18:48Wish the wolves had finished the job.
18:52Five years ago, I sat across from Patriarch.
18:55I told him I wanted to try a relationship without the Montgomery name attached.
19:01No private security tale.
19:03No trust fund safety net.
19:06Just me and some guy from Yale who swore he loved me for my brain.
19:10Not my portfolio.
19:11The old man's face went the color of ash.
19:14He smashed his favorite crystal wine glass on the floor.
19:17And roared that I was throwing away a century of blood and steel for a pretty smile.
19:23In the end, he caved like he always did.
19:26When I dug my heels in.
19:27Play your little game, Celeste.
19:31But when the world shows you its teeth, you come home.
19:40I open my eyes in the Blackhawk's dim cabin.
19:43The morphine finally wearing off enough for the words to cut through the pain.
19:48Noidify every major outlet, CNN, Bloomberg, Fox, The Journal, all of them.
19:54Tomorrow, 10 a.m. sharp, penthouse ballroom, Montgomery Global Tower, mid-down Manhattan.
19:59I'm holding a press conference.
20:01Copy that.
20:02Comms team's already spinning up.
20:04We'll have every network on the continent begging for seats.
20:09The PR director met me in the private elevator.
20:12Ma'am, the ballroom's locked down tighter than Fort Knox.
20:15We've got every tier one journalist from here to Tokyo.
20:18Live feeds to every financial desk in the world.
20:20The bespoke Armani suit hid the road rash and acid burns like armor.
20:25Only the faint tremor in my fingers betrayed the truth.
20:28Tell them I'm on my way.
20:32Thirty minutes later, I stepped onto the day eyes under a constellation of camera flashes.
20:37Hot enough to melt steel.
20:39Nathan flanked my right.
20:41Eight more operators ringed the stage.
20:43Hands never far from concealed Sig Sowers.
20:46Good morning.
20:48Thank you for coming on short notice.
20:50I'm here to set the record straight on one matter.
20:54And to announce a decision.
20:58Grayson Whitmore stormed in looking like he'd slept in a dumpster.
21:02Mia clung to his arm, mascara tracks carving rivers through her foundation.
21:06Celeste, you vicious bitch.
21:09What did you do to my company?
21:12Every account frozen, every supplier ghosting me.
21:15Do you have any idea what you've cost me?
21:19Celeste, please.
21:21Gray only lost his mind because he loves me.
21:24Punish me, not him.
21:26Camera swung like howitzers.
21:28The flash storm was blinding.
21:30Nathan started cold.
21:32I stopped him cold.
21:37Let them through.
21:41Five years, Celeste.
21:43Five years and this is how you repay me?
21:50I'm telling the truth.
21:53Mia masterminded everything.
21:56She's been jealous of Celeste since day one.
22:00Kept whispering that Celeste was sabotaging me.
22:04Laughing at me behind my back.
22:07The Aspen trip.
22:09Her idea.
22:11She said it was just a scare.
22:13A little humiliation to force the share transfer.
22:16He shoved every ounce of blame across the hallway.
22:18Like it could save him.
22:22I'm just a secretary.
22:26Grayson resented Celeste for years.
22:28Said she lorded her money over him.
22:30Treated him like a charity case.
22:31He wanted revenge.
22:32Told me to play along or he'd destroy my family.
22:35I was trapped.
22:36Please help me.
22:37Two people who used to finish each other's sentences.
22:40Now tore each other apart like rabid dogs.
22:43Grayson finally ran out of oxygen.
22:46And collapsed forward.
22:47The memories hit harder than any punch.
22:54The night we met at that Yale alumni mixer.
22:57Me in a borrowed dress.
22:58Laughing that.
22:59My family ran a couple hardware stores back in Pittsburgh.
23:03The week his startup was bleeding out.
23:05And I slid term sheets across the table.
23:08Montgomery money laundered through a dozen blind trusts.
23:11He never questioned.
23:12The flu that knocked him flat for six days.
23:14I sleeping upright in a plastic hospital chair.
23:17With my hand on his IV.
23:22Every time I pointed out Nia's forged invoices.
23:25And he snarled.
23:26You're just jealous.
23:27And she's better at the job than you ever were.
23:30All those moments I thought were love.
23:32He'd seen as charity from a girl too naive to know her own worth.
23:45I wasn't some small town factory owner's daughter.
23:49I was the Montgomery heiress.
23:51And I'd wasted five years shielding his ego.
23:53While he sharpened the knife.
24:00I lay perfectly still while the city's top orthopedic surgeons swap temporary splints
24:05for titanium-laced casts.
24:07Light enough for primetime close-ups.
24:20Whitmore Enterprises is iced.
24:22Every account.
24:24Every patent.
24:24Every square foot of real estate.
24:26Proceeds transferred directly to your personal restitution trust.
24:30Darknet Rain has been taken offline by Cyber Division.
24:33Every username.
24:34Every crypto wallet.
24:35Our litigation team's filing suits faster than they can delete browser history.
24:40And the ex-lopers sang like canaries on the left-right hand.
24:43Full confessions.
24:44Cross-corroborated.
24:45They're tight.
24:46They're looking at 15 to 20.
24:48Easy.
24:49No parole.
24:54You sure you're ready for?
24:56What comes next?
24:58The board's already floating your name for CEO.
25:01Patriarch wants you in the corner office by New Year's.
25:03I flexed my new titanium-laced forearm.
25:06Felt the bite of metal meeting bone.
25:09Painful.
25:09Perfect.
25:10Permanent.
25:17Tell Grandfather the Prodigal's home.
25:19And this time, I'm not asking permission.
25:26I ignored him completely, nodded to Nathan.
25:30The 80-foot LED wall behind me flared to life.
25:33The Aspen backcountry filled the screen.
25:36My own screams echoed through the ballroom sound system.
25:39You said a real player could walk home naked, right?
25:42Let's test that theory.
25:50The room temperature seemed to drop 20 degrees.
25:53Grayson went whiter than the marble floor.
25:56This is the clarification.
25:59I am Celesta Montgomery, majority shareholder and designated heir to Montgomery Global.
26:07Last night, my fiancee, Grayson Whitmore, in collusion with his executive assistant,
26:14Mia Carrington, kidnapped me, drugged me, and attempted to murder me on a dark-knit last stream for sport.
26:26And the decision, effective immediately.
26:30Montgomery Global is initiating chapter 7 liquidation of Whitmore Enterprises.
26:35Every asset, every patent, every offshore shell will be seized to compensate for emotional distress, physical damages, and five years
26:45of fraud.
26:47The double doors opened again, this time to a phalanx of U.S. Marshals in tactical vests.
26:54Grayson Whitmore, Mia Carrington, you are under arrest, kidnapping, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon,
27:02attempted murder, and conspiracy to commit the same. You have the right to remain silent.
27:09Remember when you said I'd come crawling back once the money ran out?
27:14Turns out the money never left. You did.
27:17The marshals dragged them past rows of reporters, now shouting questions like machine gun fire.
27:23I stayed on the dais until the doors slammed shut behind the circus.
27:27Then I turned to the cameras one last time, voice steady as the empire at my back.
27:32Happy Thanksgiving, America. Justice is served cold.
27:37And today the Montgomery table is finally full.
27:43Nathan Hale stepped to my side, offered his arm for the walkout.
27:47In my head, I could already hear Patriarch Montgomery raising a glass to the granddaughter who finally came home.
28:04The trial had been a coronation in reverse. Every Montgomery lawyer in a 500-mile radius
28:10showed up in Zegna and vengeance. Evidence stacked higher than the jury's coffee cups.
28:15His public defender tried the crime of passion angle, temporary insanity, toxic masculinity,
28:20whatever buzzword might shave off a decade. It was like watching a toddler argue with a tsunami.
28:26It's all going according to plan. Your honor, new evidence.
28:37Gray, Celeste found the offshore transfers. What do I do?
28:41Let her bark. I'll just say she's jealous and trying to tank your career. Keep moving the money.
28:45Once we push her out, Whitmore Enterprises is yours. Push her out. Whitmore Enterprises is yours.
29:01Backstabbing bitch! You were a stepping stone, Grayson.
29:05A very expensive one. I recorded everything in case you ever forgot who held the leash.
29:13He finally understood. He'd never been the king. He'd been the pawn she kept in the front row,
29:19in case the queen decided to sacrifice something. The judge didn't even look up from his notes.
29:25Mia Carrington. 15 years. Federal Penitentiary. Credit for cooperation.
29:31Grayson Whitmore. Kidnapping. Attempted murder. Commercial fraud. Conspiracy.
29:36Life imprisonment. No parole. Political rights terminated for life.
29:44Celeste. I'm sorry.
29:50I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
29:55Grayson's apology floated behind us. Thin and worthless as the paper jumpsuit he'd wear for the rest of his life.
30:17You just beat my kill ratio, ma'am. The air force is gonna cry.
30:22Hands are better than ever. Book the Gulfstream. G-800. We're doing the globe run. Pole to pole. 90 hours.
30:30No stops.
30:33Swallowed three competitors before breakfast. And still found time to get type rated in everything with wings.
30:39You wasn't the girl who used to wait up with soup anymore.
30:42I was Celeste Montgomery. CEO in waiting. Heir to an empire that made nations blink.
30:52Prison mail. Whitmore. Tenth won this month.
30:57Summary? Same sob story. He is sorry.
31:00Prays every night. Misses the old days. Blames Mia.
31:03Says if she hadn't existed we'd be married by now. Wants one visit. Just one.
31:09Tell Leavenworth we're done forwarding mail. Grayson Whitmore died on that mountain as far as I'm concerned.
31:17Cremate the rest. Yes, ma'am.
31:24Are you ready to face a new storm at 41,000 feet?
31:28Like making a cup of coffee? Yep. Just like the coffee you made every day.
31:34I didn't slow down. I didn't need to. I was flying to everything.
31:47You're ready to face a new storm at 41,000 feet.
31:48Montgomery Estate. Aspen. Three days after Thanksgiving.
31:51The snow had stopped falling. But the wind still howled like it wanted back in.
32:03Ma'am?
32:04There's someone at the main gate.
32:06Who?
32:07Grayson Whitmore's mother.
32:10Let her freeze.
32:12Copy that.
32:14She's already been out there two nights.
32:17Security won't even give her coffee.
32:19Good. When I feel like it, I'll decide if she gets in. Not before.
32:25Oh, and Nathan. Make sure Grayson gets the morning paper in his cell.
32:31Front page. Above the fold. Whitmore Enterpurse's liquidated assets. To Montgomery heiress.
32:38I want him to read it while he eats his Thanksgiving leftovers. Cold.
32:42Already on the warden's desk, ma'am.
32:45Day three. I finally had them escort Mrs. Whitmore to the East Parlor.
32:54Celeste.
32:55Thank god. Celeste, my son is an idiot. A monster. Whatever you want to call him.
33:03But he's still my only child.
33:07I'm begging you look at what we meant to each other once. Find it in your heart.
33:12Auntie? You seem confused. Your son didn't break my heart. He committed felony kidnapping and attempted murder.
33:22You want mercy? File an appeal with the First Circuit.
33:28Let me refresh your memory. Three years ago your heart was failing.
33:33Grayson couldn't scrape together 30 grand.
33:36I sold my mother's watch, the one she wore the day she died, so you could have the best surgeon
33:40in Boston.
33:43You woke up, took my hand, and told me to stay out of men's business.
33:49You mistook kindness for weakness. You taught your son the same mistake.
33:56Now you're both learning the price.
34:15You don't at all.
34:19Now you have to be warned.
34:20Now you're both self-int께fast and annoying.
34:21Goodbye, Laven Je Mile.
34:21Not at all you stop.
34:21And now you turn the car into the dress again.
34:23No, not at all the price.
34:32I wouldn't just be aware of you when you serve for a belonging.
34:36Celeste wouldn't.
34:39She loved me.
34:42There's more.
34:44Montgomery Legal just added commercial fraud to the indictment.
34:48They have your original pitch decks.
34:51Every inflated revenue number, every fake vendor contract you used to impress her,
34:56back when you thought she was just a girl with a trust fund.
35:12They're saying he tried to hang himself with his jumpsuit, didn't get far.
35:18Let him live long enough to watch every cent he ever touched come home to me.
35:26Tell Legal to drop the papers. I'm taking the corner office January 1st.
35:33And schedule a board meeting. It's time the world remembered what happens when you bet against a Montgomery.
35:40Winter was a pinch. I give you 40 minutes.
35:45You heard the crowd. Let's give our patrons what they paid for.
35:49He zoomed the camera in obscenely close, letting the lens trace the line of my collarbone,
35:54drift down the bruises on my ribs, hesitate over every inch of exposed skin.
35:58His greed felt physical, like oily fingers crawling over me.
36:02You always said people should pay the price for their mistakes, Celeste.
36:06Now look at you. Your arms are useless. You can't even dress yourself.
36:10Tell me, is this enough of a consequence to help you remember how much you hurt Mia?
36:15I was naked under the floodlight of the drone, stripped not only of clothing, but of privacy, dignity and safety.
36:21I pressed my forearms tight against my chest, desperate to shield whatever fragments of myself I could still claim.
36:30Their laughter oozed into my ears. I felt bile burn into the back of my throat.
36:34My broken bones scraped against the torn flesh of my arms.
36:38And a cold sweat spread down my spine.
36:41All this because I reported Mia's illegal flight.
36:45For five years, I helped build Whitmore Enterprises from the ground up.
36:49For five years, I used Montgomery resources and old money leverage to clear his path,
36:54fight off his competitors and shield him from the consequences of his own incompetence.
36:58I made him into something.
37:00I took a scholarship kid with nothing but ambition and turned him into a rising star.
37:05And now that he thought my family was losing influence, now that he believed he no longer needed me,
37:10he stripped me, threw me into the wilderness and broadcasted my suffering to the highest bitter.
37:16Grayson laughed again, loud, cruel, almost giddy with the power he thought he held.
37:21In that moment, I realized he had never loved me.
37:24He had only loved the way I made him feel powerful.
37:26And now he wanted to prove he could destroy me just as easily.
37:30Make sure every paying creep in that channel has the time of their lives.
37:34It's Thanksgiving.
37:35Give the bosses something to be thankful for.
37:43Here's the deal, Celeste.
37:44Transfer 10% of Montgomery Global right now, right into Mia's name,
37:48and I'll have that drone drop a thermal blanket before the wolves smell you.
37:50Otherwise, happy holidays.
37:52Gray, babe, that's too much.
37:55I can't take her shares.
37:59Celeste probably hates me.
38:01She's always acting like I'm not good enough to fly the G650.
38:04That she thinks I'm just some gold-digging flight attendant.
38:07You've been too busy closing that Alaska pipeline deal to finish your pilot's license.
38:11Too busy closing deals?
38:13I almost laughed.
38:14Even as the aphrodisiac set my bloodstream on fire.
38:18Too busy riding Grayson's lap in the Whitmore boardroom.
38:20I collapsed against the rotting pine needles.
38:23Every nerve screaming, blood frozen, scarlet icicles on my forearms where the fall had snapped both bones.
38:28Grayson Whitmore, you make me sick!
38:31We're done.
38:32The engagement's over!
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