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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.
00:13My 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, and 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.
00:48My 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.
01:11He 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.
01:38Grayson, this isn't about feeling important.
01:41This is about flying a multi-million dollar aircraft without a pilot's license.
01:47If he was showing off.
01:49And people who break federal aviation law should face the consequences,
01:52even if they flutter their eyelashes at you.
01:55He let out a long theatrical exhale,
01:57the kind meant to signal I was being impossible, before turning away.
02:02I'll have Whitmore Enterprise's 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.
02:29She was terrified.
02:30So you can fly a plane.
02:32Big deal.
02:34Let's see what other impressive skills you have.
02:36Think you can walk out of here naked and make it home.
02:40My vision shook, but 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, my 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 until the toxins in the air finish you off.
03:10Or until something with fangs does.
03:12Mia Carrington nestled comfortably against his chest as if this were some sick holiday movie scene
03:17instead of an attempted murder broadcast of criminals slid into the frame.
03:22Celeste, honey, your arms are broken.
03:24Maybe 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 packed with faceless buyers
03:40who treated human suffering like a sport.
03:42Ladies and gentlemen, your Thanksgiving special begins now.
03:48Celeste Montgomery, daughter of old money royalty,
03:50former federal wilderness survival specialist.
03:53We'll attempt to cross the Sierra Nevada with 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.
04:08When it was arranged, give it 40 minutes.
04:13You 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,
04:21drip 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 for their mistakes, Celeste.
04:34Now look at you.
04:35Your arms are useless.
04:36You can't even dress yourself.
04:37Tell 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 I 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,
05:06and a cold sweat spread down my spine.
05:08All this because I reported Mia's illegal flight.
05:12For five years,
05:13I helped build Whitmore Enterprises from the ground up.
05:16For five years,
05:17I used Montgomery resources and old money leverage
05:20to clear his path,
05:21fight off his competitors,
05:22and shield him from the consequences of his own incompetence.
05:25I 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 bitter.
05:43Grayson laughed again,
05:45loud, cruel,
05:46almost giddy with the power he thought he held.
05:48In that moment, I realized
05:50he had never loved me.
05:51He had only loved the way I made him feel powerful.
05:54And now he wanted to prove
05:56he could destroy me just as easily.
05:58Make sure every paying 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.
06:19Gray, 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,
06:32that 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,
06:50every 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!
06:58We're done.
07:00The engagement's over!
07:07For one heartbeat, the mask slipped,
07:09and 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
07:32waiting in a Park Avenue penthouse.
07:38Montgomery Global stock is tanking faster than SPS.
07:41Celeste, 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
08:01the 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 mechanical clog,
08:27gripping a tablet displaying 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!
08:44Something slithered over my cheek.
08:46Centipede.
08:47Six 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
09:00and slid closer to the poison ivage oak drop-off,
09:03where rattlesnakes denned for winter.
09:06Keep talking tough, princess.
09:07Ten 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.
09:24You 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.
09:44Flesh on my calf bubbled like acid on steak.
09:48I screamed until my throat tore.
09:51Scared yet, Celeste?
09:53Apologize to Mia.
09:54Now.
09:56Or the next one goes in your face.
09:59I dragged myself an inch uphill,
10:01blood painting the snow red.
10:03The metallic scent drew every leech,
10:05tick, 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,
10:28when 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,
10:41like 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 dark net chat
11:01lose its collective mind.
11:05Even Grayson's executive assistant
11:07started sweating bullets.
11:08The guy had buried bodies
11:10for 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.
11:39I have a damn friend for me.
11:41Let's go.
11:42Don't throw away generation.
11:43I, please, they are.
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
11:5410% of the company?
11:55My great-grandfather built from steel mills
11:58in Pittsburgh.
11:58Just because some trust fund psycho
12:01wants to flex.
12:03Bugs, please.
12:03I'd spent summers tagging grizzlies
12:06with federal wildlife teams and 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
12:18across 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,
12:29I spotted it.
12:30A cluster of wild sagebrush
12:31glowing faintly under the drone's floodlight.
12:34The same plant rangers in Denali square by.
12:36Crushed leaves, mass blood scent
12:38for exactly 11 minutes.
12:40I take six.
12:42Coleste Monger, Marie,
12:43have you no shame?
12:45Beg right now,
12:46or the next thing coming down that ravine
12:49won't be bugs.
12:50You never planned to let me
12:52walk out of here, Grayson.
12:54Dead or broken.
12:56You decided
12:58the second you
13:00spiked the champagne.
13:03Oh my God, Celeste,
13:05what are you doing?
13:06As I clawed the sagebrush closer,
13:08bit the stem until bitter juice
13:09flooded my mouth,
13:10then smeared the pulp
13:12across every bleeding wound.
13:14The alkaloids hit my bloodstream
13:15like ice water,
13:16numbed the nerve endings,
13:17killed the scent trail.
13:18Temporary, 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.
13:31Classic 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.
13:44Paid off that flight attendant
13:46you knocked up in Vegas.
13:47Without Montgomery Capital,
13:49you'd be still slinging dime bags
13:52outside Yale.
13:57For 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.
14:21I 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 Glacier's 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.
14:42The 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.
14:53The 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.
15:03None of it compared
15:04to the primal terror
15:05of glowing eyes
15:06circling in the dark.
15:07Eight, maybe ten sets.
15:09Timberwolves.
15:09Coastal giants.
15:10The 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.
15:20I heard the crunch of its paws.
15:22The low rumble
15:23in its chest.
15:25Grayson.
15:25Wanted me shredded
15:27on camera.
15:28Survival instinct
15:29kicked harder than any drug.
15:30I eased backward
15:31inch by inch.
15:35Running now, princess?
15:37Where'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
15:45multiplied in the darkness.
15:47Fangs caught the light
15:48like switchblades.
15:49Last chance, Celeste.
15:51Neil.
15:52Apologize to Mia
15:53on stream.
15:54I'll hit the
15:54ultrasonic 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 god damn apology
16:15to anyone.
16:17And somewhere above
16:18the tree line,
16:19a Black Hawk chopper
16:20roared in low.
16:39Celeste, I've got you.
16:44Nathan Hale swung down
16:45like some avenging
16:47specter, former
16:48Delta Force.
16:49Three-time
16:50national combatives
16:51champion.
16:52And 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.
17:01The rage in his stare
17:03could have melted
17:04the glacier behind us.
17:06But his hands
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.
17:20I tried to shrink away,
17:22mortified that Nathan
17:23Hale of all people
17:24was seeing me like this
17:26naked, filthy, broken.
17:28It's over, sweetheart.
17:31Nobody touches you again.
17:32His 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
17:40light.
17:41They've never existed.
17:42Who the hell are you
17:43people?
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,
17:58Mia Kerring can kill
17:59the stream right now
18:01or I start putting
18:02rounds through optics
18:04and we watch whose skull
18:06blooms next.
18:10Captain Hale, sir,
18:11this is a misunderstanding.
18:13Save it for the U.S.
18:14attorney or for the
18:16Montgomery legal division.
18:18Your choice.
18:19Montgomery?
18:21Which Montgomery?
18:23The one that makes
18:24the Dow twitch every time
18:25the old man sneezes.
18:26The one your boyfriend's
18:28been 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 tomorrow morning
18:52and the bankruptcy petition
18:54hits the Southern District
18:55of New York five minutes later.
18:56Happy Thanksgiving.
18:58Sleep tight
18:59on that private jet cot.
19:06I 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 for sport.
19:16Nathan knelt between the jump seats,
19:18cleaning blood from my forearms
19:20with steady marine precision.
19:22Every swipe of the alcohol wipe
19:24felt like fire,
19:25but his touch never faltered.
19:27The Patriarch's got 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 tried
19:36to charter a C-130
19:37to come rip Whitmore apart
19:39with 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 from 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 with 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, Celeste.
20:23That doesn't make you stupid.
20:25It makes you human.
20:27And humans get even.
20:35Here's Mia's greatest hits.
20:37We've got her cold.
20:38I scrolled.
20:39She'd hollowed Whitmore Enterprises
20:41out like 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
21:07and 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.
21:28Too in love.
21:28Too in love.
21:28Too in love.
21:29Too in love.
21:30Too in love.
21:32Too in love.
21:33Too in love.
21:36And salt the earth.
21:39Copy that, ma'am.
21:41Next stop,
21:42Montgomery State, Aspen.
21:44Then we make them
21:47wish the wolves
21:48had finished the job.
21:51Five years ago,
21:53I sat across
21:54from Patriarch.
21:55I told him
21:56I wanted to try
21:57a relationship
21:57without the Montgomery
21:59name attached.
22:00No private security tale.
22:03No trust fund safety net.
22:05Just me and some guy
22:06from Yale
22:07who swore he loved me
22:08for my brain.
22:09Not my portfolio.
22:11The old man's face
22:11went the color of ash.
22:13He smashed his favorite
22:15crystal wine glass
22:15on the floor
22:16and wore 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 finally
22:43wearing off enough
22:44for the words
22:44to cut through the pain.
22:47Noidify every major outlet,
22:49CNN, Bloomberg,
22:51Fox, The Journal,
22:52all of them.
22:54Tomorrow,
22:5410 a.m. sharp,
22:55Penthouse Ballroom,
22:57Montgomery Global Tower,
22:58Midtown Manhattan.
22:59I'm holding a press conference.
23:00Copy that.
23:01The comms team's
23:02already spinning up.
23:03We'll have every network
23:04on the continent
23:05begging for seats.
23:08The PR director
23:09met 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.
23:27Tell 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,
23:36hot 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
23:50straight on one matter
23:53and to announce
23:54a decision.
23:57Grayson Whitmore
23:58stormed in
23:59looking like he'd slept
24:00in a dumpster.
24:01Mia clung to his arm,
24:02mascara tracks
24:03carving 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.
24:28The 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 scream.
24:56My own screams echoed
24:58through the ballroom
24:58sound system.
25:00You said a real player
25:00could walk home naked,
25:02right?
25:02Let's test that theory.
25:10The room temperature
25:11seemed to drop
25:1220 degrees.
25:13Grayson went whiter
25:14than 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,
25:28my fiance,
25:30Grayson Whitmore,
25:32in collusion
25:33with his executive assistant,
25:35Mia 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,
25:50Montgomery Global
25:51is initiating
25:52Chapter 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.
26:07The double doors
26:09opened 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,
26:19kidnapping,
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 as the empire
26:52at 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 stepped 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.
27:28She's been jealous of Celeste,
27:31since day one.
27:32Kept whispering that Celeste
27:34was sabotaging me,
27:36laughing at me
27:37behind my back.
27:39The Aspen trip,
27:41her idea.
27:43She said it was just 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 Celeste
28:00for years,
28:00said she lorded her money
28:02over him,
28:02treated him like a 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 of oxygen
28:18and collapsed forward.
28:20The 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 a couple
28:33hardware stores
28:33back in Pittsburgh.
28:36The week his startup
28:37was bleeding out
28:38and I slid term sheets
28:39across the table.
28:40Montgomery 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.
28:54Every 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
29:35orthopedic surgeons
29:36swap temporary splints
29:37for titanium-laced casts,
29:39light enough
29:40for primetime close-ups.
29:53Whitmore Enterprises
29:54is iced.
29:55Every account,
29:56every patent,
29:57every square foot
29:58of real estate
29:58proceeds transferred directly
30:00to your personal restitution trust.
30:02Darknet Rain has been taken
30:03offline by Cyber Division.
30:05Every username,
30:06maybe crypto wallet,
30:08or litigation teams
30:09filing suits faster
30:10than they can delete
30:11browser history.
30:12And the ex-lowbirds
30:13sang like canaries
30:14on Black Friday.
30:15Full confessions,
30:17cross-corroborated,
30:18airtight.
30:19They're looking at 15 to 20.
30:20Easy,
30:21no parole.
30:22No parole.
30:25No parole.
30:26No parole.
30:27No parole.
30:28No parole.
30:29No parole.
30:30The board's already
30:31floating your name
30:32for CEO.
30:33Patriarch 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
30:50the prodigal's home.
30:52And this time,
30:53I'm not asking
30:55permission.
30:59Montgomery Estate,
31:00Aspen.
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,
31:15there'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 out there
31:27two 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 purse's
31:47liquidated 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.
32:06Celeste.
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
32:4630 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.
33:09Let's go.
33:48Celeste wouldn't.
33:51She loved me.
33:53There's more.
33:55Montgomery Legal just added commercial fraud to the indictment.
34:00They have your original pitch decks.
34:03Every inflated revenue number, every fake vendor contract you use to impress her,
34:07back when you thought she was just a girl with a trust fund.
34:24They're saying he tried to hang himself with his jumpsuit.
34:28Didn't get far.
34:30Let him live long enough to watch every cent he ever touched come home to me.
34:38Tell Legal to drop the papers.
34:40I'm taking the corner office January 1st.
34:44And schedule a board meeting.
34:45It's time the world remembered what happens when you bet against a Montgomery.
34:56The trial had been a coronation in reverse.
34:59Every Montgomery lawyer in a 500-mile radius showed up in Zegna and Vengeance.
35:04Evidence stacked higher than the jury's coffee cups.
35:07His public defender tried the crime of passion angle, temporary insanity, toxic masculinity,
35:13whatever buzzword might shave off a decade.
35:15It was like watching a toddler argue with a tsunami.
35:18It's all going according to plan.
35:21Your honor, new evidence.
35:29Gray, Celeste found the offshore transfers.
35:32What do I do?
35:33Let her bark.
35:34I'll just say she's jealous and trying to tank your career.
35:37Keep moving the money.
35:38Once we push her out, Whitmore Enterprises is yours.
35:41Push her out.
35:41Whitmore Enterprises is yours.
35:43Babe.
35:44Babe.
35:54Backstabbing bitch!
35:55You were a stepping stone, Grayson.
35:58A very expensive one.
36:00I recorded everything in case you ever forgot who held the leash.
36:06He finally understood.
36:08He'd never been the king.
36:09He'd been the pawn she kept in the front row in case the queen decided to sacrifice something.
36:15The judge didn't even look up from his notes.
36:18Mia Carrington, 15 years, federal penitentiary, credit for cooperation.
36:23Grayson Whitmore, kidnapping, attempted murder, commercial fraud, conspiracy.
36:29Life imprisonment, no parole.
36:32Political rights terminated for life.
36:36Celeste.
36:37I'm sorry.
36:43I'm sorry.
36:44I'm sorry.
36:45I'm sorry.
36:47I'm sorry.
36:47I'm sorry.
36:48I'm sorry.
36:48Grayson's apology floated behind us.
36:50Thin and worthless as the paper jumpsuit he'd wear for the rest of 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 before breakfast.
37:28And still found time to get type rated in everything with wings.
37:31You wasn't the girl who used to wait up with soup anymore.
37:35I was Celeste Montgomery, CEO-in-waiting.
37:38Heir to an empire that 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 me, I...
37:56Says if she hadn't existed, we'd be married by now.
37:59Wants one visit.
38:00Just one.
38:02Tell Leavenworth we're done forwarding mail.
38:05Grayson Whitmore died on that mountain as far as I'm concerned.
38:09Cremate the rest.
38:10Yes, ma'am.
38:17Are you ready to face a new storm at 41,000 feet?
38:20Like making a cup of coffee?
38:22Yep.
38:24Just like the coffee you made every day.
38:27I didn't slow down.
38:28I didn't need to.
38:31I was flying to everything.
38:35I was flying to everything.
38:37I was flying to everything.
38:40I was flying to everything.
38:40I want to go to the когда I was flying to everything.跡ala
38:41that Watching. I'm flying
38:41a mountain or superstar person. And a beat 수도
38:41in everything. What happened? I
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