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My Fiancé Almost Kill Me On Thanksgiving Day 🍀 🍀💕
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00:02Thanksgiving night was the last calm moment I remembered.
00:06I tasted black truffle on my tongue, a holiday tart.
00:09Grayson insisted I try, and then everything blurred.
00:12The world tilted.
00:14My limbs went numb.
00:20And consciousness slipped out of my hands like water through broken glass.
00:25When I woke, both of my arms were broken.
00:28The pain sharp and white hot.
00:30And I was lying somewhere deep inside the Sierra Nevada wilderness.
00:37My fiance handed my private jet to his assistant like it was a party favor.
00:43I didn't even pause to process the insult.
00:49My fingers were dialing the FAA emergency line before the outrage fully settled in my chest.
00:54And within minutes, they intercepted her midair, grounding the plane at the nearest federal airfield.
01:01When Grayson Whitmore found out, he didn't look shocked.
01:04He didn't look guilty either.
01:06He looked irritated at me, not her.
01:09Jesus Celeste.
01:10He sighed, stroked his forehead as if I were the unreasonable one.
01:15Mia just wanted to fly home for Thanksgiving and make a good impression.
01:19It's not that deep.
01:21She's still being held by federal officers.
01:23Would you please go down there and explain it was a misunderstanding?
01:26They're not going to prosecute a girl for wanting to feel important.
01:29Sometimes I wondered whether he genuinely believed the bullshit he said,
01:32or if he simply thought I was too soft or too in love to call him on it.
01:37Grayson, this isn't about feeling important.
01:41This is about flying a multi-million dollar aircraft without a pilot's license.
01:47So if he was showing off.
01:49And people who break federal aviation law should face the consequences,
01:53even if they flutter their eyelashes at you.
01:55He let out a long theatrical exhale,
01:58the kind meant to signal I was being impossible,
02:00before turning away.
02:02I'll have Whitmore Enterprises' legal department deal with it.
02:06You never know how to pick your battles.
02:13The cold earth pressing through my skin like a second heartbeat.
02:16A red glow washed over me,
02:18the beam of an infrared camera before Grayson's voice followed, low and venomous.
02:23You know, Mia was detained for 48 hours because of your little tantrum.
02:26He asked, his tone dangerously calm.
02:28She was terrified.
02:30So you can fly a plane.
02:32Big deal.
02:34Let's see what other impressive skills you have.
02:37Think you can walk out of here naked and make it home.
02:40My vision shook,
02:41but I forced my good fingers, what remained of them,
02:44to reach the side of my AR tactical glasses.
02:47The emergency signal was faint, but it was there.
02:49I pressed the button,
02:51my voice cutting through the wind in a low, steady rasp.
02:53Get here in 30 minutes and I will owe you everything.
02:58Celeste Montgomery, you're going to apologize to Mia right now
03:02and say out loud that you're nothing but a worthless bitch.
03:05Otherwise, you can rot out here in the Sierra Nevada
03:08until the toxins in the air finish you off
03:10or until something with fangs does.
03:12Mia Carrington nestled comfortably against his chest
03:15as if this were some sick holiday movie scene
03:17instead of an attempted murder broadcast to criminals
03:20slid into the frame.
03:22Celeste, honey, your arms are broken.
03:25Maybe just give in a little.
03:27If you apologize, I'll ask Gray to pull you out of here.
03:30Grayson pulled her in and kissed her,
03:32the glow of the screen sharpening the cruelty in his eyes.
03:34Then he lifted the drone controller,
03:36sinking our feed to a Darknet livestream
03:38packed with faceless buyers
03:40who treated human suffering like a sport.
03:42Ladies and gentlemen,
03:44your Thanksgiving special begins now.
03:48Celeste Montgomery, daughter of old money royalty,
03:51former federal wilderness survival specialist.
03:53We'll attempt to cross the Sierra Nevada
03:55with no gear, no clothes, and two broken arms.
03:58Place your bets on how long she'll last.
04:01$1,000 per minute.
04:03No upper limit.
04:10You heard the crowd.
04:14Let's give our patrons what they paid for.
04:17He zoomed the camera in obscenely close,
04:19letting the lens trace the line of my collarbone,
04:21drift down the bruises on my ribs,
04:23hesitate over every inch of exposed skin.
04:25His greed felt physical,
04:27like oily fingers crawling over me.
04:29You always said people should pay the price
04:31for their mistakes, Celeste.
04:34Now look at you.
04:35Your arms are useless.
04:36You can't even dress yourself.
04:38Tell me, is this enough of a consequence
04:40to help you remember how much you hurt Mia?
04:42I was naked under the floodlight of the drone,
04:45stripped not only of clothing,
04:46but of privacy, dignity, and safety.
04:49I pressed my forearms tight against my chest,
04:51desperate to shield whatever fragments of myself
04:54I could still claim.
04:57Their laughter oozed into my ears.
04:59I felt vile burn into the back of my throat.
05:02My broken bones scraped against the torn flesh of my arms,
05:05and a cold sweat spread down my spine.
05:08All this because I reported Mia's illegal flight.
05:12For five years, I helped build Whitmore Enterprises from the ground up.
05:16For five years, I used Montgomery resources and old money leverage
05:20to clear his path, fight off his competitors,
05:23and shield him from the consequences of his own incompetence.
05:26I made him into something.
05:28I took a scholarship kid with nothing but ambition
05:30and turned him into a rising star.
05:32And now that he thought my family was losing influence,
05:35now that he believed he no longer needed me,
05:38he stripped me, threw me into the wilderness,
05:40and broadcasted my suffering to the highest bidder.
05:43Grayson laughed again, loud, cruel,
05:46almost giddy with the power he thought he held.
05:48In that moment, I realized he had never loved me.
05:51He had only loved the way I made him feel powerful.
05:54And now he wanted to prove he could destroy me just as easily.
05:58Make sure every pain creep in that channel
06:00has the time of their lives.
06:01It's Thanksgiving.
06:02Give the bosses something to be thankful for.
06:10Here's the deal, Celeste.
06:12Transfer 10% of Montgomery Global right now,
06:14right into Mia's name,
06:15and I'll have that drone drop a thermal blanket
06:17before the wolves smell you.
06:18Otherwise, happy holidays.
06:20Gray, babe, that's too much.
06:22I can't take her shares.
06:27Celeste probably hates me.
06:28She's always acting like I'm not good enough
06:30to fly the G650.
06:32Bet she thinks I'm just some gold-digging flight attendant.
06:34You've been too busy closing that Alaska pipeline deal
06:37to finish your pilot's license.
06:39Too busy closing deals?
06:40I almost laughed,
06:42even as the aphrodisiac set my bloodstream on fire.
06:45Too busy riding Grayson's lap in the Whitmore boardroom.
06:48I collapsed against the rotting pine needles,
06:51every nerve screaming,
06:52blood frozen scarlet icicles on my forearms
06:54where the fall had snapped both bones.
06:56Grayson Whitmore, you make me sick!
06:59We're done.
07:00The engagement's over!
07:07For one heartbeat, the mask slipped,
07:10and I saw the same kid
07:11who used to sneak me into Met Gallus
07:13and promise me the world.
07:15Then Nia whispered something,
07:16and the mask slammed back down,
07:18harder, crueler.
07:19Celeste, you can't just throw away five years
07:25unless you already have some side piece lined up,
07:29some Wall Street wolf waiting in a Park Avenue penthouse.
07:38Montgomery Global stock is tanking faster than SPS.
07:42Celeste, you're nothing without me.
07:43You want to call off the wedding?
07:45Fine.
07:45When the feds freeze every offshore account
07:47your grandfather buried in the Caymans.
07:50Get that drone in her face.
07:52Give the subscribers the money shot.
07:54Forte.
07:55Night vision.
07:56The works.
07:57I threw up a broken arm to shield myself.
07:59Then remembered I was naked underneath the ruins of a $10,000 gown.
08:03Shame burned hotter than the chemical fire in my veins.
08:06I curled into a ball,
08:08slid another foot down the ice-lick slope,
08:10and nearly pitched into the ravine.
08:13Somewhere below,
08:14Timberwolves started howling.
08:16Real ones, not metaphors.
08:18Celeste, honey, just sign the transfer.
08:20It's only money.
08:21Let Grayson cool off.
08:22We'll airlift you out,
08:23get you a spa day at Mirval.
08:24Pretend this never happened.
08:25A second drone swooped in,
08:26mechanical claw gripping a tablet
08:28displaying the share transfer agreement.
08:30It hovered six inches from my nose like a guillotine.
08:33Sign or freeze.
08:35Your choice.
08:39Go to hell!
08:42Go to hell!
08:44Something slithered over my cheek.
08:46Centipede, six inches long,
08:48Rocky Mountain paranoia venom.
08:50It crawled into my ear.
08:52The pain was so bright,
08:53I almost welcomed it.
08:54Then gravity took over again.
08:56I clawed at frozen granite fingernails snapping
08:59and slid closer to the poison ivage oprahoff,
09:03where rattlesnakes denned for winter.
09:06Keep talking tough, princess.
09:08Ten more feet and you're in the viper pit.
09:09Let's see that harbor mouth negotiate with diamondbacks.
09:12You're not the Montgomery heiress anymore, Celeste.
09:14Grayson says if you sign and apologize live,
09:16admit you framed me for cooking the books,
09:18tried to send an innocent girl to federal prison,
09:20he'll call the chopper.
09:21I'll even forgive you for that SEC subpoena you paid for.
09:25You vicious bitch!
09:27Trying to lock Mia up?
09:28What about her little sister who needs chemo?
09:33The first drone released a glass ampule.
09:36It shattered at my feet in a hiss of white vapor.
09:39The snow around my bare feet melted into black sludge,
09:43military-grade corrosives,
09:45flesh on my calf bubbled like acid on steak.
09:48I screamed until my throat tore.
09:51Scared yet, Celeste?
09:53Apologize to Mia.
09:55Now.
09:56Or the next one goes in your face.
09:59I dragged myself an Inchop Hill,
10:01blood painting the snow red.
10:03The metallic scent drew every leech,
10:06tick, and beetle in a five-mile radius.
10:08They burrowed under what was left of my dress.
10:10I couldn't swap them off.
10:12For the first time in 28 years of boardrooms,
10:15bailouts, and Forbes covers,
10:18Celeste Montgomery was out of moves.
10:20I lifted my head to the drone lens,
10:22to the man who once swore he'd burn the world
10:25before he'd let me get hurt.
10:27Grayson, when I get out of here,
10:30and I will,
10:32I'm going to take everything!
10:34Then, the centipede in my ear released its venom.
10:37The ravine rushed up to swallow me.
10:39And the last thing I heard was Mia laughing,
10:42like she'd already want him.
10:48Everything bled crimson blood.
10:50Mud.
10:50The strobing red of the drone's emergency LEDs.
10:54I couldn't tell where one ended,
10:56and the other began.
10:57My pulse hammered so loud,
10:59I barely heard the darknet chat
11:01lose its collective mind.
11:05Even Grayson's executive assistant
11:07started sweating bullets.
11:08The guy had buried bodies for Whitmore Enterprises
11:11in three continents,
11:12but live-streaming a billionaire heiress
11:14getting eaten by wolves
11:15apparently crossed a line.
11:17Mr. Whitmore, sir,
11:19Celeste looks half-dead already.
11:21Heart rate's crashing on the biometric feed.
11:23She's not dying.
11:26Girls like Celeste don't die,
11:28they just get humbled.
11:29If she hadn't spent the last five years
11:32trying to frame Mia for securities fraud,
11:34maybe I'd have gone easy.
11:37Tonight's just a friendly reminder.
11:39Oh, I can't do it.
11:41I can't do it.
11:41I can't do it.
11:42Don't throw away generation.
11:43I can't do it.
11:44I can't do it.
11:45Please, please.
11:45I forced my head up,
11:47locked eyes with the drone's cold lens,
11:49and let every ounce of Montgomery Steel
11:50pour into my glare.
11:51I did nothing wrong.
11:53Why the hell should I hand over 10% of the company
11:55my great-grandfather built from steel mills in Pittsburgh
11:58just because some trust fund psycho wants to flex?
12:03Bugs, please.
12:04I'd spent summers tagging grizzlies
12:06with federal wildlife teams in Catmine
12:08before I could legally drink.
12:09This was just another Tuesday in hell.
12:11With everything I had left,
12:13I rolled onto my back
12:14and dragged myself across the jagged shale.
12:17Rocks tore fresh gashes across my shoulder blades,
12:19but the pain was a blessing.
12:21It scraped off half the leeches
12:23and centipedes burrowed into my skin.
12:25Blood mixed with snow into pink slush.
12:27Yet somewhere in the haze I spotted it.
12:30A cluster of wild sagebrush glowing faintly under the drone's floodlight.
12:34The same plant rangers in Denali square by.
12:37Crushed leaves massed blood scent for exactly 11 minutes.
12:40I take six.
12:42Celeste Montgomery, have you no shame?
12:45Beg right now,
12:46or the next thing coming down that ravine won't be bugs.
12:50You never planned to let me walk out of here, Grayson.
12:54Dead or broken.
12:56You decided
12:58the second you
13:00fights the champagne.
13:03Oh my god, Celeste, what are you doing?
13:06As I clawed the sagebrush closer,
13:08bit the stem until bitter juice flooded my mouth,
13:11then smeared the pulp across every bleeding wound.
13:13The alkaloids hit my bloodstream like ice water,
13:16numbed the nerve endings,
13:17killed the scent trail.
13:19Temporary, sure,
13:20but temporary was all I needed.
13:22Mia always said you were a snake.
13:24Guess she's right.
13:25You're trying to fake a suicide,
13:27pin it on me,
13:28ruin Whitmore Enterprises,
13:29on Black Friday weekend.
13:30Classic Celeste.
13:32Even half-naked in a blizzard,
13:35you're still scheming.
13:37Five years, Grayson.
13:38Five years I cleaned up your messes.
13:40Quieted the SC.
13:42Buried the insider trading rumors.
13:45Paid off that flight attendant
13:46you knocked up in Vegas.
13:48Without Montgomery Capital,
13:49you'd be still slinging dime bags
13:52outside Yale.
13:56For one heartbeat,
13:58the mask slipped again.
13:59Something raw flickered
14:00behind those Wall Street eyes.
14:02Guilt, maybe,
14:03or the ghost of the boy
14:04who used to sneak me
14:05onto the roof of the Met
14:06to watch July 4th fireworks.
14:08Then Neo whispered poison in his ear,
14:10and the mask hardened into granite.
14:14This chick's got nine lives, boss.
14:16Thought she was done ten minutes ago.
14:18Then let's burn through the rest.
14:20I want to see how long
14:22that Montgomery pride lasts
14:24when the wolves start chewing.
14:26Celeste, sweetie,
14:28don't make the wolves angry.
14:30You're screaming loud enough
14:31to wake every predator
14:32from here to Glaciers National Park.
14:34When you tried to send Mia
14:36to federal prison
14:37for cooking the books
14:38you cooked up yourself,
14:39did you warn her?
14:40Open the speakers.
14:41The drone's PA system
14:43blasted a recorded
14:44alpha wolf snarl
14:45at 180 decibels.
14:47Enough to rattle bones.
14:48Every tree around me
14:50exploded with movement.
14:51Branches snapped,
14:53snow cascaded.
14:54The real pack answered the call.
14:56I froze every muscle seizing.
14:58Pain from my compound fractures,
15:00the acid burn on my calf,
15:02the centipede venom.
15:04None of it compared
15:04to the primal terror
15:05of glowing eyes
15:06circling in the dark.
15:07Eight, maybe ten sets.
15:09Timberwolves, coastal giants,
15:11the kind that take down
15:11moves for fun.
15:13One stepped into
15:14the floodlight above me.
15:15Silver-gray,
15:16200 pounds of pure hunger.
15:18Its breath steamed
15:19in the sub-zero air.
15:21I heard the crunch
15:21of its paws,
15:22the low rumble
15:23in its chest.
15:25Grayson wanted me
15:26shredded on camera.
15:28Survival instinct kicked
15:29harder than any drug.
15:30I eased backward,
15:32inch by inch.
15:35Running now, princess?
15:37Princess, where's all
15:38that billionaire backbone?
15:41Hide and seek
15:41with a wolf pack.
15:42How's that
15:43for a Thanksgiving tradition?
15:44Green eyes multiplied
15:46in the darkness.
15:47Fangs caught the light
15:48like switchblades.
15:50Last chance, Celeste.
15:51Kneel.
15:52Apologize to Mia on stream.
15:54I'll hit the ultrasonic repellent.
15:55Keep fighting
15:56and you're dinner.
16:00Say you're sorry,
16:01damn it.
16:03This is how
16:04the Montgomery line ends.
16:12She doesn't owe
16:13a single
16:14goddamn apology
16:15to anyone.
16:17And somewhere
16:18above the tree line,
16:19a Black Hawk chopper
16:20roared in low.
16:38Celeste, I've got you.
16:44Nathan Hale swung down
16:46like some avenging
16:47specter
16:47former Delta Force.
16:49Three-time national
16:50combatives champion
16:51and the man
16:53my grandfather trusted
16:54with every dirty secret
16:55the Montgomery fortune
16:56ever needed buried.
16:58Nathan Hale?
16:59Nathan didn't answer him.
17:02The rage in his stare
17:03could have melted
17:04the glacier behind us.
17:06But his hand
17:06stayed gentle
17:07when he stripped off
17:08his plate carrier parka
17:09and wrapped it around
17:10my shaking shoulders.
17:13Celeste, I've got you.
17:14He scooped me up
17:16like I weighed nothing,
17:17so careful to keep
17:18pressure off the places
17:19where bone pokes
17:20your skin.
17:21I tried to shrink away,
17:22mortified that Nathan Hale
17:24of all people
17:24was seeing me like this
17:26naked, filthy, broken.
17:28It's over, sweetheart.
17:31Nobody touches you again.
17:33His team dropped in
17:34behind him,
17:35suppressed rifles
17:36barking in short
17:37surgical bursts.
17:38The remaining wolves
17:39scattered into the dark
17:40like they've never existed.
17:42Who the hell
17:43are you people?
17:45This is a private matter.
17:47Private?
17:50Kidnapping,
17:51aggravated assault,
17:53attempted murder,
17:54when did federal felonies
17:56become a couple spat?
17:57Grayson Whitmore,
17:58Leah Carey
17:59can kill the stream
18:00right now
18:01before I start
18:02putting rounds
18:03through optics
18:04and we watch
18:05whose skull
18:06blooms
18:08next.
18:10Captain Hale, sir,
18:11this is a misunderstanding.
18:13Save it for the U.S. attorney
18:15or for the Montgomery
18:16legal division.
18:18Your choice.
18:19Montgomery?
18:21Which Montgomery?
18:23The one that makes
18:24the Dow twitch
18:25every time the old man sneezes.
18:26the one your boyfriend
18:27has been siphoning from
18:28for five years
18:29thinking nobody was watching.
18:33Celeste Montgomery.
18:36Heiress.
18:37Majority shareholder.
18:39And the woman you just
18:40tried to feed to wolves
18:41on Thanksgiving.
18:43Surprise.
18:49Grayson,
18:50the annulment papers
18:51hit your desk
18:52tomorrow morning
18:52and the bankruptcy petition
18:54hits the southern district
18:55of New York
18:55five minutes later.
18:56Happy Thanksgiving.
18:58Sleep tight
18:59on that private jet cot.
19:07I still couldn't stop shaking
19:08partly from hypothermia,
19:10part the special kind of cold
19:11that settles in your bones
19:13when the man you loved
19:14tries to murder you
19:15for sport.
19:16Nathan knelt
19:17between the jump seats,
19:18cleaning blood
19:19from my forearms
19:20with steady marine precision.
19:22Every swipe of the alcohol
19:24wiped felt like fire,
19:25but his touch
19:26never faltered.
19:27The patriarchs
19:28got the estate
19:28on full lockdown.
19:30Top orthopedic trauma surgeon
19:32out of Johns Hopkins
19:33is already wheels up
19:34from Baltimore.
19:35Your grandfather
19:36tried to charter
19:37a C-130
19:37to come rip Whitmore
19:38apart with his bare hands.
19:40Took three generals
19:41to talk him down.
19:43This one's yours to finish.
19:45I managed to nod
19:47every memory
19:47from the last five years
19:49rewound in high def.
19:50Grayson kissing my knuckles
19:52after the Montgomery Trust
19:53quietly bailed out
19:54his failing startup.
19:56Mia sliding updated contracts
19:57across his desk,
19:59pupils blown wide
20:00with victory.
20:02The way he'd snap.
20:04What is that?
20:06Can you stop being so paranoid?
20:08Every time I pointed out
20:09her forged signatures,
20:11I'd ignored every red flag
20:13because I thought love
20:14meant trusting harder.
20:15Five years,
20:17I'm the punchline
20:18in a joke
20:19I helped write.
20:20You trusted the wrong person,
20:22Celeste.
20:23That doesn't make you stupid.
20:25It makes you human.
20:27And humans get even.
20:36Here's Mia's greatest hits.
20:37We've got her cold.
20:38I scrolled.
20:39She'd hollowed
20:40Whitmore Enterprises out
20:41like a Thanksgiving turkey
20:42and stuffed the carcass
20:43with iOS.
20:45Another file.
20:47Whitmore's real balance sheet.
20:50Red ink deep enough
20:52to drown Manhattan.
20:53Our legal team
20:55drafted everything.
20:56An annulment returns
20:57every gift,
20:58every trust contribution,
20:59every share
21:00he ever touched.
21:04Attempted murder,
21:05conspiracy,
21:06violation of the computer fraud
21:07in an abuse act
21:08for the Darknet stream.
21:10The drone footage alone
21:11will put them away
21:12for 25 to life.
21:13I closed my eyes
21:14and saw Patriarch Montgomery's face
21:17crinkled with worry
21:18the last time.
21:19I turned down his offer
21:20to vet Grayson personally.
21:22He'd known.
21:23Of course he'd known.
21:24And I'd been too proud,
21:26too in love,
21:27too blind.
21:32Take me home, Nathan.
21:34Tomorrow we burn
21:35their empire to the ground
21:36and salt the earth.
21:39Copy that, ma'am.
21:41Next stop,
21:42Montgomery State,
21:43Aspen.
21:44Then we make them
21:47wish the Wolves
21:48had finished the job.
21:52Five years ago,
21:53I sat across
21:54from Patriarch.
21:55I told him
21:56I wanted to try
21:57a relationship
21:58without the Montgomery
21:59name attached.
22:00No private security tale.
22:03No trust fund safety net.
22:05Just me
22:06and some guy from Yale
22:07who swore he loved me
22:08for my brain.
22:09Not my portfolio.
22:10The old man's face
22:12went the color of ash.
22:13He smashed his favorite
22:15crystal wine glass
22:16on the floor
22:16and roared that.
22:17I was throwing away
22:18a century of blood
22:19and steel
22:20for a pretty smile.
22:22In the end,
22:23he caved
22:24like he always did
22:25when I dug my heels in.
22:27Play your little game,
22:28Celeste.
22:30But when the world
22:31shows you its teeth,
22:33you come home.
22:39I opened my eyes
22:40in the Blackhawk's
22:41dim cabin.
22:42The morphine
22:42finally wearing off
22:43enough for the words
22:44to cut through the pain.
22:47Noidify every major outlet,
22:49CNN, Bloomberg,
22:51Fox, The Journal,
22:52all of them.
22:53Tomorrow,
22:5410 a.m. sharp,
22:56Penthouse Ballroom,
22:57Montgomery Global Tower,
22:58Middown, Manhattan.
22:59I'm holding a press conference.
23:00Copy that.
23:01Comms team's already
23:02spinning up.
23:03We'll have every network
23:04on the continent
23:05begging for seats.
23:08The PR director met me
23:10in the private elevator.
23:12Ma'am,
23:12the ballroom's locked down
23:13tighter than Fort Knox.
23:14We've got every tier one
23:15journalist from here to Tokyo.
23:17Live feeds to every
23:18financial desk in the world.
23:19The bespoke Armani suit
23:21hid the road rash
23:22and acid burns like armor.
23:24Only the faint tremor
23:25in my fingers
23:26betrayed the truth.
23:28Tell them I'm on my way.
23:3130 minutes later,
23:33I stepped onto the day eyes
23:34under a constellation
23:35of camera flashes,
23:37hot enough to melt steel.
23:38Nathan flanked my right.
23:40Eight more operators
23:41ringed the stage,
23:43hands never far
23:44from concealed Sig Sowers.
23:46Good morning.
23:47Thank you for coming
23:48on short notice.
23:49I'm here to set the record
23:51straight on one matter
23:53and to announce a decision.
23:57Grayson Whitmore stormed in
23:59looking like he'd slept
24:00in a dumpster.
24:01Nia clung to his arm,
24:02mascara tracks carving rivers
24:04through her foundation.
24:05Celeste,
24:06you vicious bitch.
24:08What did you do
24:09to my company?
24:11Every account frozen,
24:12every supplier ghosting me.
24:14Do you have any idea
24:16what you've cost me?
24:18Celeste, please.
24:20Gray only lost his mind
24:21because he loves me.
24:23Punish me, not him.
24:25Camera swung like howitzers.
24:27The flash storm was blinding.
24:30Nathan started forward.
24:31I stopped him cold.
24:36Let them through.
24:40Five years, Celeste.
24:42Five years and this is
24:43how you repay me?
24:47I ignored him completely,
24:49nodded to Nathan.
24:50The 80-foot LED wall
24:52behind me flared to life.
24:54The Aspen backcountry
24:55filled the screen.
24:56My own screams echoed
24:58through the ballroom sound system.
25:00You said a real player
25:01could walk home naked, right?
25:02Let's test that theory.
25:10The room temperature
25:11seemed to drop 20 degrees.
25:13Grayson went whiter
25:15than the marble floor.
25:17This is the clarification.
25:20I am Celeste Montgomery,
25:22majority shareholder
25:24and designated heir
25:26to Montgomery Global.
25:27Last night, my fiancé,
25:30Grayson Whitmore,
25:32in collusion with his
25:33executive assistant Mia Carrington,
25:36kidnapped me,
25:37drugged me,
25:38and attempted to murder me
25:39on a dark-knit last stream
25:41for sport.
25:46And the decision,
25:48effective immediately,
25:51Montgomery Global
25:51is initiating
25:53Chapter 7 liquidation
25:54of Whitmore Enterprises.
25:56Every asset,
25:57every patent,
25:58every offshore shell
25:59will be seized
26:00to compensate
26:01for emotional distress,
26:03physical damages,
26:04and five years of fraud.
26:08The double doors opened again,
26:10this time to a phalanx
26:11of U.S. Marshals
26:12in tactical vests.
26:15Grayson Whitmore,
26:16Mia Carrington,
26:17you are under arrest
26:18for kidnapping,
26:20aggravated assault
26:21with a deadly weapon,
26:23attempted murder,
26:23and conspiracy
26:24to commit the same.
26:25You have the right
26:26to remain silent.
26:30Remember when you said
26:31I'd come crawling back
26:32once the money ran out?
26:34Turns out the money
26:35never left.
26:36You did.
26:37The marshals dragged them
26:39past rows of reporters,
26:40now shouting questions like
26:42machine gun fire.
26:43I stayed on the dais
26:44until the doors slammed shut
26:46behind the circus.
26:48Then I turned to the cameras
26:49one last time,
26:51voice steady
26:51as the empire at my back.
26:53Happy Thanksgiving, America.
26:55Justice is served cold.
26:57And today,
26:58the Montgomery table
26:59is finally full.
27:03Nathan Hale
27:04stepped to my side,
27:05offered his arm
27:06for the walkout.
27:07In my head,
27:08I could already hear
27:09Patriarch Montgomery
27:10raising a glass
27:11to the granddaughter
27:13who finally came home.
27:23I'm telling the truth.
27:26Mia masterminded everything.
27:29She's been jealous
27:30of Celeste
27:31since day one.
27:32Kept whispering
27:33that Celeste
27:34was sabotaging me,
27:37laughing at me
27:37behind my back.
27:39The Aspen tripped.
27:41Her idea.
27:43She said it was
27:44just a scare,
27:45a little humiliation
27:46to force the share transfer.
27:48He shoved every ounce
27:49of blame across the hallway
27:51like it could save him.
27:55I'm just a secretary.
27:58Grayson resented
27:59Celeste for years,
28:01said she lorded
28:01her money over him,
28:02treated him like
28:03a charity case.
28:04He wanted revenge,
28:05told me to play along
28:06or he'd destroy my family.
28:08I was trapped.
28:09Please help me.
28:10Two people
28:11who used to finish
28:12each other's sentences
28:13now tore each other apart
28:14like rabid dogs.
28:16Grayson finally ran out
28:17of oxygen
28:18and collapsed forward.
28:19The memories hit harder
28:21than any punch.
28:27The night we met
28:28at that Yale alumni mixer,
28:29me in a borrowed dress,
28:31laughing that,
28:32my family ran
28:33a couple hardware stores
28:34back in Pittsburgh.
28:36The week his startup
28:37was bleeding out
28:38and I slid term sheets
28:39across the table.
28:41Montgomery money laundered
28:42through a dozen blind trusts.
28:43He never questioned.
28:44The flu that knocked him
28:46flat for six days,
28:47I sleeping upright
28:48in a plastic hospital chair,
28:49with my hand on his IV.
28:55Every time I pointed out
28:56Nia's forged invoices
28:57and he snarled.
28:59You're just jealous
28:59and she's better at the job
29:01than you ever were.
29:03All those moments
29:04I thought were love,
29:05he'd seen as charity
29:06from a girl too naive
29:08to know her own worth.
29:18I wasn't some small town
29:19factory owner's daughter.
29:21I was the Montgomery heiress
29:23and I'd wasted five years
29:25shielding his ego
29:26while he sharpened the knife.
29:32I lay perfectly still
29:34while the city's top orthopedic surgeons
29:36swapped temporary splints
29:37for titanium-laced casts,
29:39light enough for prime-time close-ups.
29:53Whitmore Enterprises is iced.
29:55Every account,
29:56every patent,
29:57every square foot of real estate
29:58proceeds transferred directly
30:00to your personal restitution trust.
30:02Darknet Rain has been taken offline
30:04by Cyber Division.
30:05Every username,
30:06every crypto wallet.
30:08Our litigation teams
30:09filing suits faster
30:10than they can delete browser history.
30:12And the ex-lowbirds
30:13sang like canaries
30:14on Black Friday.
30:15Full confessions,
30:17cross-corroborated,
30:18they're tight.
30:18They're looking at 15 to 20.
30:20Easy.
30:21No parole.
30:27You sure you're ready for?
30:28What comes next?
30:30The board's already floating
30:32your name for CEO.
30:34Patriarch wants you
30:34in the corner office
30:35by New Year's.
30:36I flexed my new
30:37titanium-laced forearm.
30:39Felt the bite
30:39of metal meeting bone.
30:41Painful,
30:42perfect,
30:43permanent.
30:49Tell Grandfather
30:51the prodigal's home.
30:52And this time,
30:54I'm not asking
30:55permission.
30:59Montgomery Estate,
31:01Aspen.
31:01Three days after Thanksgiving,
31:03the snow had stopped falling,
31:04but the wind still howled
31:06like it wanted back in.
31:14Ma'am,
31:16there's someone
31:16at the main gate.
31:17Who?
31:19Grayson Whitmore's mother.
31:22Let her freeze.
31:24Copy that.
31:26She's already been
31:27out there two nights.
31:29Security won't even
31:30give her coffee.
31:31Good.
31:32When I feel like it,
31:33I'll decide if she gets in.
31:35Not before.
31:37Oh,
31:37and Nathan,
31:38make sure Grayson
31:39gets the morning paper
31:40in his cell.
31:42Front page,
31:44above the fold.
31:45Whitmore enter
31:46purse's liquidated assets
31:48to Montgomery heiress.
31:50I want him to read it
31:51while he eats
31:52his Thanksgiving leftovers.
31:53Cold.
31:54Already on the
31:55warden's desk, ma'am.
31:57Day three.
31:58I finally had them
31:59escort Mrs. Whitmore
32:00to the East Parlor.
32:05Celeste.
32:06Thank God.
32:09Celeste,
32:09my son is an idiot.
32:11A monster.
32:13Whatever you want
32:14to call him.
32:15But he's still
32:16my only child.
32:18I'm begging you
32:20look at what we meant
32:20to each other once.
32:22Find it in your heart.
32:24Auntie,
32:25you seem confused.
32:28Your son didn't
32:29break my heart.
32:30He committed felony
32:31kidnapping
32:31and attempted murder.
32:33You want mercy?
32:35File an appeal
32:36with the First Circuit.
32:40Let me refresh
32:41your memory.
32:42Three years ago
32:43your heart was failing.
32:45Grayson couldn't
32:46scrape together
32:46thirty grand.
32:47I sold my mother's watch,
32:49the one she wore
32:49the day she died,
32:50so you could have
32:51the best surgeon
32:52in Boston.
32:54You woke up,
32:55took my hand,
32:56and told me to stay
32:57out of men's business.
33:01You mistook kindness
33:02for weakness.
33:04You taught your son
33:05the same mistake.
33:07Now you're both
33:08learning the price.
33:11The price.
33:47Celeste wouldn't.
33:51She loved me.
33:53There's more.
33:55Montgomery Legal
33:57just added
33:57commercial fraud
33:58to the indictment.
34:00They have your
34:01original pitch decks.
34:03Every inflated
34:03revenue number,
34:04every fake vendor
34:05contract you used
34:06to impress her
34:07back when you
34:08thought she was
34:08just a girl
34:09with a trust fund.
34:24They're saying
34:25he tried to hang
34:26himself with his
34:27jumpsuit.
34:28Didn't get far.
34:30Let him live long
34:31enough to watch
34:32every cent he ever
34:33touched come home
34:34to me.
34:38Tell Legal
34:38to drop the papers.
34:39I'm taking the
34:40corner office
34:41January 1st.
34:44And schedule
34:45a board meeting.
34:46It's time the world
34:47remembered what happens
34:47when you bet
34:48against a Montgomery.
34:57The trial had been
34:58a coronation in reverse.
34:59Every Montgomery
35:00lawyer in a 500-mile
35:02radius showed up
35:03in Zegna and vengeance.
35:04Evidence stacked higher
35:06than the jury's coffee
35:07cups.
35:07His public defender
35:08tried the crime
35:09of passion angle.
35:10Temporary insanity.
35:12Toxic masculinity.
35:13Whatever buzzword
35:14might shave off
35:15a decade.
35:16It was like watching
35:16a toddler argue
35:17with a tsunami.
35:18It's all going
35:19according to plan.
35:21Your honor,
35:22new evidence.
35:29Gray,
35:30Celeste found
35:31the offshore transfers.
35:32What do I do?
35:33Let her bark.
35:34I'll just say she's jealous
35:35and trying to tank
35:36your career.
35:37Keep moving the money.
35:38Once we push her out,
35:39Whitmore Enterprises
35:40is yours.
35:41Push her out.
35:42Whitmore Enterprises
35:43is yours.
35:43Bam!
35:44Bam!
35:54Backstabbing bitch!
35:55You were a stepping stone,
35:57Grayson.
35:58A very expensive one.
36:00I recorded everything
36:01in case you ever forgot
36:02who held the leash.
36:06He finally understood.
36:08He'd never been the king.
36:09He'd been the pawn
36:10she kept in the front row
36:11in case the queen
36:12decided to sacrifice something.
36:15The judge didn't even
36:16look up from his notes.
36:18Mia Carrington,
36:1915 years,
36:20federal penitentiary,
36:22credit for cooperation.
36:23Grayson Whitmore.
36:25Kidnapping.
36:26Attempted murder.
36:27Commercial fraud.
36:28Conspiracy.
36:29Life imprisonment.
36:30No parole.
36:32Political rights
36:33terminated for life.
36:36Celeste,
36:37I'm sorry.
36:42I'm sorry.
36:44I'm sorry.
36:45I'm sorry.
36:47I'm sorry.
36:48Grayson's apology
36:49floated behind us,
36:50thin and worthless
36:52as the paper jumpsuit
36:53he'd wear for the rest
36:55of his life.
37:10You just beat my kill ratio, ma'am.
37:12The Air Force is gonna cry.
37:14Hands are better than ever.
37:15Book the Gulfstream.
37:17G-800.
37:18We're doing the globe run.
37:20Pole to pole.
37:2190 hours.
37:23No stops.
37:26Swallowed three competitors
37:27before breakfast
37:28and still found time
37:29to get type rated
37:30in everything with wings.
37:31You wasn't the girl
37:32who used to wait up
37:33with soup anymore.
37:35I was Celeste Montgomery,
37:37CEO-in-waiting.
37:39Heir to an empire
37:40that made nations blink.
37:45Prison mail.
37:46Whitmore.
37:47Tenth won this month.
37:50Summary?
37:50Same sob story.
37:51He is sorry.
37:52Prays every night.
37:53Misses the old days.
37:54Blames Mia.
37:56Says if she hadn't existed
37:57we'd be married by now.
37:59Wants one visit.
38:00Just one.
38:02Tell Leavenworth
38:03we're done
38:03forwarding mail.
38:05Grayson Whitmore
38:06died on that mountain
38:07as far as I'm concerned.
38:10Cremate the rest.
38:11Yes, ma'am.
38:17Are you ready
38:17to face a new storm
38:19at 41,000 feet?
38:20Like making
38:21a cup of coffee?
38:22Yep.
38:24Just like the coffee
38:25you made every day.
38:27I didn't slow down.
38:28I didn't need to.
38:31I was flying to everything.
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