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My FiancΓ© Almost Kill Me On Thanksgiving Day π π π
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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.
01:11He 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.
01:28Sometimes I wondered whether he genuinely believed the bullshit he said, or if he simply thought I was too soft
01:35or 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.
01:47If he was showing off, and people who break federal aviation law should face the consequences, even if they flutter
01:54their eyelashes at you.
01:55He let out a long theatrical exhale, the 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.
02:27He asked his tone dangerously calm.
02:29She was terrified.
02:30So you can fly a plane.
02:33Big 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, to reach the side of my AR
02:45tactical glasses.
02:47The emergency signal was faint, but it was there.
02:50I pressed the button, my voice cutting through the wind in a low, steady rasp.
02:54Get here in 30 minutes, and I will owe you everything.
02:59Celeste Montgomery, you're going to apologize to Mia right now, and say out loud that you're nothing but a worthless
03:05bitch.
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.
03:13Mia 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.
03:25Maybe 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, the glow of the screen sharpening the cruelty in his eyes.
03:35Then he lifted the drone controller, sinking our feed to a Darknet livestream packed with faceless buyers who treated human
03:41suffering like a sport.
03:43Ladies and gentlemen, your Thanksgiving special begins now.
03:48Celeste Montgomery, daughter of old money royalty, former 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.
04:04No 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, like 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.
04:38Tell me, is this enough of a consequence to help you remember how much you hurt Mia?
04:43I was naked under the floodlight of the drone,
04:45stripped not only of clothing, but of privacy, dignity, and safety.
04:49I pressed my forearms tight against my chest, desperate 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.
05:13For five years, I helped build Whitmore Enterprises from the ground up.
05:16For five years, I used Montgomery resources and old money leverage to clear his path,
05:21fight off his competitors, and 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, and 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.
05:44Grayson laughed again, loud, cruel, almost giddy with the power he thought he held.
05:48In that moment, I realized he had never loved me.
05:52He 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 paying creep in that channel has the time of their lives.
06:01It's Thanksgiving.
06:02Give the bosses something to be thankful for.
06:11Here's the deal, Celeste.
06:12Transfer 10% of Montgomery Global right now, right into Mia's name,
06:15and I'll have that drone drop a thermal blanket before 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.
06:29She's always acting like I'm not good enough to fly the G650.
06:32Bet she thinks I'm just some gold-digging flight attendant.
06:35You've been too busy closing that Alaska pipeline deal to finish your pilot's license.
06:39Too busy closing deals?
06:40I almost laughed, even 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, blood-frozen scarlet icicles on my forearms where the fall had snapped both bones.
06:56Grayson Whitmore, you make me sick!
06:58We're done.
06:59The engagement's over!
07:07For one heartbeat, the mask slipped.
07:10And I saw the same kid who used to sneak me into Met Gallus and promise me the world.
07:15Then Mia whispered something and the mask slammed back down.
07:18Harder.
07:19Crueler.
07:19Celeste, you can't just throw away five years unless 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.
07:44You want to call off the wedding?
07:45Fine.
07:46When the feds freeze every offshore account your grandfather buried in the Caymans.
07:50Get that drone in her face.
07:52Give the subscribers the money shot.
07:544K.
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.
08:04Shame burned hotter than the chemical fire in my veins.
08:06I curled into a ball, slid another foot down the ice-lick slope, and nearly pitched into the ravine.
08:13Somewhere below, timberwolves started howling.
08:16Real ones, not metaphors.
08:19Celeste, honey, just sign the transfer.
08:20It's only money.
08:21Let Grayson cool off.
08:22We'll airlift you out, get you a spa day at Mirval.
08:24Pretend this never happened.
08:25A second drone swooped in, mechanical claw, gripping a tablet displaying the share transfer agreement.
08:30It hovered six inches from my nose like a guillotine.
08:32Sign, 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 I almost welcomed it.
08:54Then gravity took over again.
08:56I clawed at frozen granite fingernails snapping and slid closer to the poison ivage okra, where 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 diamond knives.
09:12You're not the Montgomery heiress anymore, Celeste.
09:14Grayson says if you sign and apologize live, admit you framed me for cooking the books, tried to send an
09:18innocent girl to federal prison, he'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, military-grade corrosives, flesh on my calf bubbled like acid
09:47on 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 inch uphill, blood painting the snow red.
10:03The metallic scent drew every leech, tick, and beetle in a five-mile radius.
10:08They burrowed under what was left of my dress.
10:11I couldn't swap them off.
10:12For the first time in 28 years of boardrooms, bailouts, 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 before he'd let me get hurt.
10:28Grayson.
10:28When I get out of here, and I will, I'm going to take everything.
10:34Then, the centipede in my ear released its venom.
10:38The ravine rushed up to swallow me.
10:40And the last thing I heard was Mia laughing, like she'd already won.
10:48Everything bled crimson blood.
10:50Mud.
10:51The strobing red of the drone's emergency LEDs.
10:54I couldn't tell where one ended, and the other began.
10:57My pulse hammered so loud.
10:59I barely heard the darknet chat lose its collective mind.
11:05Even Grayson's executive assistant started sweating bullets.
11:08The guy had buried bodies for Whitmore Enterprises in three continents.
11:12But live-streaming a billionaire heiress getting eaten by wolves apparently crossed a line.
11:18Mr. Whitmore, sir.
11:19Celeste looks half-dead already.
11:21Heart rate's crashing on the biometric feed.
11:24She's not dying.
11:26Girls like Celeste don't die.
11:28They just get humbled.
11:30If she hadn't spent the last five years trying to frame Mia for securities fraud,
11:34maybe I'd have gone easy.
11:37Tonight's just a friendly reminder.
11:40I am a damn friend for me.
11:41Celeste, don't throw away generation.
11:44I'm a friend.
11:44We live.
11:45I force my head up, locked eyes with the drone's cold lens,
11:49and let every ounce of Montgomery Steel pour into my glare.
11:52I 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 with federal wildlife teams in Catmine
12:08before I could legally drink.
12:10This was just another Tuesday in hell.
12:12With everything I had left,
12:13I rolled onto my back and dragged myself across the jagged shale.
12:17Rocks tore fresh gashes across my shoulder blades,
12:20but the pain was a blessing.
12:21It scraped off half the leeches and centipedes burrowed into my skin.
12:25Blood mixed with snow into pink slush.
12:28Yet 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 mask blood scent for exactly 11 minutes.
12:41I 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.
12:58Dead, the second you, fights 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.
13:14The 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.
13:21Mia 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.
13:33Even 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 you knocked up in Vegas.
13:48Without Montgomery Capital,
13:50you'd be still slinging dime bags outside Yale.
13:57For one heartbeat, the mask slipped again.
14:00Something raw flickered behind those Wall Street eyes.
14:02Guilt, maybe, or the ghost of the boy
14:04who used to sneak me onto the roof of the Met
14:06to watch July 4th fireworks.
14:08Then Mia whispered poison in his ear,
14:10and the mask hardened into granite.
14:14This chick's got nine lives, boss.
14:16I thought she was done ten minutes ago.
14:18Then let's burn through the rest.
14:21I want to see how long that 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 to wake every predator
14:32from here to Glacier's National Park.
14:34When you tried to send Mia to federal prison
14:37for cooking the books you cooked up yourself,
14:39did you warn her?
14:40Open the speakers.
14:41The drone's PA system blashed a recorded
14:44alpha wolf snarl at 180 decibels.
14:47Enough to rattle bones.
14:48Every tree around me exploded with movement.
14:52Branches snapped.
14:53Snow cascaded.
14:54The real pack answered the call.
14:56I froze every muscle seizing.
14:58Pain from my compound fractures.
15:01The acid burn on my calf.
15:02The centipede venom.
15:04None of it compared to the primal terror
15:05of glowing eyes circling in the dark.
15:07Eight, maybe ten sets.
15:08Timberwolves, coastal giants.
15:11The kind that take down moves for fun.
15:13One stepped into the floodlight above me.
15:15Silver gray, 200 pounds of pure hunger.
15:18Its breath steamed in the sub-zero air.
15:21I heard the crunch of its paws.
15:23The low rumble in its chest.
15:25Grayson wanted me shredded on camera.
15:28Survival instinct kicked harder than any drug.
15:31I eased backward, inch by inch.
15:36Running now, princess?
15:37Princess, where's all that billionaire backbone?
15:41Hide and seek with a wolf pack.
15:43How's that for a Thanksgiving tradition?
15:45Green eyes multiplied in the darkness.
15:47Fangs caught the light like switchblades.
15:50Last chance, Celeste.
15:51Kneel.
15:52Apologize to Mia on stream.
15:54I'll hit the ultrasonic repellent.
15:55Keep fighting and you're dinner.
16:00Say you're sorry, damn it.
16:03This is how the Montgomery line ends.
16:12She doesn't owe a single god damn apology to anyone.
16:17And somewhere above the tree line,
16:19a Black Hawk chopper roared in low.
16:39Celeste, I've got you.
16:40Hey!
16:44Nathan Hale swung down like some avenging specter, former Delta Force.
16:49Three-time national combatives champion.
16:52And the man my grandfather trusted with every dirty secret the Montgomery fortune ever needed
16:57buried.
16:59Nathan Hale?
17:00Nathan didn't answer him.
17:02The rage in his stare could have melted the glacier behind us.
17:06But his hand stayed gentle when he stripped off his plate carrier parka
17:09and wrapped it around my shaking shoulders.
17:13Celeste, I've got you.
17:15He scooped me up like I weighed nothing.
17:17So careful to keep pressure off the places where bone pokes your skin.
17:20I tried to shrink away, mortified that Nathan Hale, of all people, was seeing me like this naked, filthy, broken.
17:28It's over, sweetheart.
17:31Nobody touches you again.
17:33His team dropped in behind him, suppressed rifles barking in short, surgical bursts.
17:38The remaining wolves scattered into the dark like they'd never existed.
17:42Who the hell are you people?
17:45This is a private matter.
17:47Private?
17:50Kidnapping.
17:51Aggravated assault.
17:53Attempted murder.
17:54When did federal felonies become a couple spat?
17:58Grayson Whitmore, Leah Karen can kill the stream.
18:00Right now.
18:01Before I start putting rounds through optics.
18:04And we watch whose skull blooms next.
18:10Captain Hale, sir.
18:12This is a misunderstanding.
18:13Save it for the U.S. Attorney.
18:15Or for the Montgomery Legal Division.
18:18Your choice.
18:19Montgomery?
18:21Which Montgomery?
18:23The one that makes the Dow twitch every time the old man sneezes.
18:26The one your boyfriend's been siphoning from for five years thinking nobody was watching.
18:34Celeste Montgomery.
18:36Heiress.
18:38Majority shareholder.
18:39And the woman you just tried to feed to wolves on Thanksgiving.
18:43It's a surprise.
18:49Grayson.
18:50The annulment papers hit your desk tomorrow morning.
18:53And the bankruptcy petition hits the Southern District of New York five minutes later.
18:57Happy Thanksgiving.
18:58Sleep tight on that private jet cot.
19:07I still couldn't stop shaking partly from hypothermia, part the special kind of cold that settles in your bones when
19:13the man you loved tries to murder you for sport.
19:16Nathan knelt between the jump seats, cleaning blood from my forearms with steady marine precision.
19:22Every swipe of the alcohol wipe felt like fire, but his touch never faltered.
19:27The Patriarch's got the estate on full lockdown.
19:30Top orthopedic trauma surgeon out of Johns Hopkins is already wheels up from Baltimore.
19:35Your grandfather tried to charter a C-130 to come rip Whitmore apart with his bare hands.
19:40Took three generals to talk him down.
19:43This one's yours to finish.
19:46I managed to nod every memory from the last five years rewound in high def.
19:50Grayson kissing my knuckles.
19:52After the Montgomery Trust quietly bailed out his failing startup.
19:56Mia sliding updated contracts across 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 her forged signatures, I'd ignored every red flag because I thought love meant trusting harder.
20:15Five years, I'm the punchline in a joke I 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.
20:36Here's Mia's greatest hits.
20:37We've got her cold.
20:39I scrolled.
20:39She'd hollowed Whitmore Enterprises out like a Thanksgiving turkey and stuffed the carcass with iOS.
20:45Another file.
20:48Whitmore's real balance sheet.
20:50Red ink deep enough to drown Manhattan.
20:54Our legal team drafted everything.
20:56An annulment returns every gift, every trust contribution, every share he ever touched.
21:04Attempted murder, conspiracy, violation of the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act for the Darknet stream.
21:10The drone footage alone will put them away for 25 to life.
21:13I closed my eyes and saw Patriarch Montgomery's face crinkled with worry the last time.
21:19I turned down his offer to vet Grayson personally.
21:22He'd known.
21:23Of course he'd known.
21:24And I'd been too proud, too in love, too blind.
21:32Take me home, Nathan.
21:34Tomorrow we burn their empire to the ground.
21:37And salt the earth.
21:39Copy that, ma'am.
21:41Next stop, Montgomery State, Aspen.
21:44Then we make them.
21:47I wish the wolves had finished the job.
21:52Five years ago, I sat across from Patriarch.
21:55I told him I wanted to try a relationship without the Montgomery name attached.
22:01No private security tale.
22:03No trust fund safety net.
22:05Just me and some guy from Yale who swore he loved me for my brain.
22:09Not my portfolio.
22:11The old man's face went the color of ash.
22:13He smashed his favorite crystal wine glass on the floor and roared that.
22:17I was throwing away a century of blood and steel for a pretty smile.
22:22In the end, he caved like he always did.
22:25When I dug my heels in.
22:27Play your little game, Celeste.
22:30But when the world shows you its teeth,
22:34you come home.
22:39I opened my eyes in the Blackhawks' dim cabin.
22:42The morphine finally wearing off enough for the words to cut through the pain.
22:48Noidify every major outlet, CNN, Bloomberg, Fox, The Journal, all of them.
22:54Tomorrow, 10 a.m. sharp, penthouse ballroom, Montgomery Global Tower, mid-down Manhattan.
22:59I'm holding a press conference.
23:00Copy that.
23:01Comms team's already spinning up.
23:03We'll have every network on the continent begging for seats.
23:08The PR director met me in the private elevator.
23:12Ma'am, the ballroom's locked down tighter than Fort Knox.
23:14We've got every tier one journalist from here to Tokyo.
23:17Live feeds to every financial desk in the world.
23:19The bespoke Armani suit hid the road rash and acid burns like armor.
23:24Only the faint tremor in my fingers betrayed the truth.
23:28Tell them I'm on my way.
23:3230 minutes later, I stepped onto the day eyes under a constellation of camera flashes.
23:37Hot enough to melt steel.
23:38Nathan flanked my right.
23:40Eight more operators ringed the stage.
23:43Hands never far from concealed Sig Sowers.
23:46Good morning.
23:47Thank you for coming on short notice.
23:49I'm here to set the record straight on one matter.
23:53And to announce a decision.
23:57Grayson Whitmore stormed in looking like he'd slept in a dumpster.
24:01Nia clung to his arm.
24:02Mascara tracks carving rivers through her foundation.
24:06Celeste, you vicious bitch.
24:08What did you do to my company?
24:11Every account frozen.
24:13Every supplier ghosting me.
24:14Do you have any idea what you've cost me?
24:18Celeste, please.
24:20Gray only lost his mind because he loves me.
24:24Punish me, not him.
24:26Camera 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 how you repay me?
24:47I ignored him completely, nodded to Nathan.
24:50The 80-foot LED wall behind me flared to life.
24:54The Aspen backcountry filled the screen.
24:56My own screams echoed through the ballroom sound system.
25:00You said a real player could walk home naked, right?
25:02Let's test that theory.
25:10The room temperature seemed to drop 20 degrees.
25:14Grayson went whiter than the marble floor.
25:18This is the clarification.
25:19I am Celeste Montgomery, majority shareholder and designated heir to Montgomery Global.
25:27Last night, my fiancΓ©, Grayson Whitmore, in collusion with his executive assistant Mia Carrington,
25:36kidnapped me, drugged me, and attempted to murder me on a dark-knit last stream for sport.
25:46And the decision, effective immediately, Montgomery Global is initiating Chapter 7 liquidation of Whitmore Enterprises.
25:56Every asset, every patent, every offshore shell will be seized to compensate for emotional distress,
26:03physical damages, and five years of fraud.
26:08The double doors opened again, this time to a phalanx of U.S. Marshals in tactical vests.
26:15Grayson Whitmore, Mia Carrington, you are under arrest, kidnapping, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon,
26:23attempted murder, and conspiracy to commit the same.
26:25You have the right to remain silent.
26:30Remember when you said I'd come crawling back once the money ran out?
26:34Turns out the money never left.
26:36You did.
26:38The marshals dragged them past rows of reporters, now shouting questions like machine gun fire.
26:43I stayed on the dais until the doors slammed shut behind the circus.
26:48Then I turned to the cameras one last time, voice steady as the empire at my back.
26:53Happy Thanksgiving, America.
26:55Justice is served cold.
26:57And today, the Montgomery table is finally full.
27:03Nathan Hale stepped to my side, offered his arm for the walkout.
27:07In my head, I could already hear Patriarch Montgomery raising a glass to the granddaughter who finally came home.
27:23I'm telling the truth.
27:26Mia masterminded everything.
27:28She's been jealous of Celeste since day one.
27:33Kept whispering that Celeste was sabotaging me.
27:37Laughing at me behind my back.
27:40The Aspen trip.
27:41Her idea.
27:43She said it was just a scare.
27:45A little humiliation to force the share transfer.
27:48He shoved every ounce of blame across the hallway.
27:51Like it could save him.
27:55I'm just a secretary.
27:59Grayson resented Celeste for years.
28:01Said she lorded her money over him.
28:02Treated him like a charity case.
28:04He wanted revenge.
28:05Told me to play along or he'd destroy my family.
28:08I was trapped.
28:09Please help me.
28:10Two people who used to finish each other's sentences now tore each other apart like rabid dogs.
28:16Grayson finally ran out of oxygen and collapsed forward.
28:20The memories hit harder than any punch.
28:27The night we met at that Yale alumni mixer, me in a borrowed dress, laughing that, my family ran a
28:33couple hardware stores back in Pittsburgh.
28:36The week his startup was bleeding out and I slid term sheets across the table.
28:41Montgomery money laundered through a dozen blind trusts.
28:43He never questioned.
28:44The flu that knocked him flat for six days.
28:47I sleeping upright in a plastic hospital chair with my hand on his IV.
28:55Every time I pointed out Nia's forged invoices and he snarled.
28:59You're just jealous and she's better at the job than you ever were.
29:03All those moments I thought were love.
29:05He'd seen as charity from a girl too naive to know her own worth.
29:18I wasn't some small town factory owner's daughter.
29:21I was the Montgomery heiress.
29:23And I'd wasted five years shielding his ego while he sharpened the knife.
29:32I lay perfectly still while the city's top orthopedic surgeons swapped temporary splints for titanium-laced casts.
29:39Light enough for primetime close-ups.
29:53Whitmore Enterprises is iced.
29:55Every account, every patent, every square foot of real estate proceeds transferred directly to your personal restitution trust.
30:02Darknet Rain has been taken offline by Cyber Division.
30:05Every username, every crypto wallet.
30:07Our litigation team's filing suits faster than they can delete browser history.
30:12And the ex-lowbirds sang like canaries on our last Friday.
30:15Full confessions, cross-corroborated, they're tight.
30:19They're looking at 15 to 20.
30:21Easy, no parole.
30:27You sure you're ready for?
30:28What comes next?
30:30The board's already floating your name for CEO.
30:34Patriarch wants you in the corner office by New Year's.
30:36I flexed my new titanium-laced forearm.
30:39Felt the bite of metal meeting bone.
30:41Painful, perfect, permanent.
30:49Tell Grandfather the Prodigal's home.
30:52And this time, I'm not asking permission.
30:59Montgomery Estate, Aspen.
31:01Three days after Thanksgiving.
31:03The snow had stopped falling, but the wind still howled like it wanted back in.
31:15Ma'am, there's someone at the main gate.
31:18Who?
31:19Grayson Whitmore's mother.
31:22Let her freeze.
31:24Copy that.
31:26She's already been out there two nights.
31:29Security won't even give her coffee.
31:31Good.
31:32When I feel like it, I'll decide if she gets in.
31:35Not before.
31:37Oh, and Nathan.
31:39Make sure Grayson gets the morning paper in his cell.
31:42Front page.
31:44Above the fold.
31:46Whitmore Enterpurse's liquidated assets.
31:48To Montgomery heiress.
31:50I want him to read it while he eats his Thanksgiving leftovers.
31:53Cold.
31:54Already on the warden's desk, ma'am.
31:57Day three.
31:58I finally had them escort Mrs. Whitmore to the East Parlor.
32:06Celeste.
32:07Thank God.
32:09Celeste, my son is an idiot.
32:11A monster.
32:13Whatever you want to call him.
32:15But he's still my only child.
32:19I'm begging you look at what we meant to each other once.
32:22Find it in your heart.
32:24Auntie?
32:25You seem confused.
32:28Your son didn't break my heart.
32:30He committed felony kidnapping and attempted murder.
32:33You want mercy?
32:35File an appeal with the First Circuit.
32:40Let me refresh your memory.
32:42Three years ago, your heart was failing.
32:45Grayson couldn't scrape together 30 grand.
32:47I sold my mother's watch.
32:49The one she wore the day she died.
32:50So you could have the best surgeon in Boston.
32:54You woke up, took my hand, and told me to stay out of men's business.
33:01You mistook kindness for weakness.
33:04You taught your son the same mistake.
33:08Now you're both learning the price.
33:47Celeste wouldn't.
33:51She loved me.
33:54There's more.
33:56Montgomery 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 used 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.
34:46It's time the world remembered what happens when you bet against a Montgomery.
34:57The trial had been a coronation in reverse.
35:00Every Montgomery lawyer in a 500-mile radius showed up in Zegna and vengeance.
35:05Evidence stacked higher than the jury's coffee cups.
35:07His public defender tried the crime of passion angle, temporary insanity, toxic masculinity, whatever buzzword might shave off a decade.
35:16It was like watching a toddler argue with a tsunami.
35:18It's all going according to plan.
35:21Your honor, new evidence.
35:30Gray, Celeste found the offshore transfers.
35:32What do I do?
35:34Let 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.
35:42Whitmore Enterprises is yours.
35:43Babe.
35:44Babe.
35:45Babe.
35:46Babe.
35:47Babe.
35:49Babe.
35:49Babe.
35:50Babe.
35:51Babe.
35:51Babe.
35:53Babe.
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.
36:1915 years.
36:20Federal penitentiary.
36:21Credit for cooperation.
36:24Grayson Whitmore.
36:25Kidnapping. Attempted murder.
36:27Commercial fraud. Conspiracy.
36:29Life imprisonment. No parole.
36:32Political rights terminated for life.
36:36Celeste, I'm sorry.
36:43I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
36:48Grayson's apology floated behind us.
36:51Thin and worthless as the paper jumpsuit
36:53he'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.
37:16Book the Gulfstream. G800.
37:18We're doing the globe run.
37:20Pole to pole. Ninety hours. No stops.
37:25You swallowed three competitors before breakfast
37:28and still found time to get type-rated in everything with wings.
37:32You 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. Whitmore.
37:47Whitmore. Tenth won this month.
37:50Summary?
37:50Same sob story. He is sorry.
37:53Prays every night. Misses the old days. Blames Mia.
37:56Says if she hadn't existed, we'd be married by now.
37:59He wants one visit.
38:00He wants one visit. Just one.
38:02Tell Leavenworth we're done forwarding mail.
38:05Grayson Whitmore died on that mountain as far as I'm concerned.
38:10Cremate the rest.
38:11Yes, ma'am.
38:17Are you ready to face a new storm at 41,000 feet?
38:21Like 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.
38:33I was flying to everything.
38:37I was flying to everything.
38:41I was flying to everything.
38:41we're getting out of everything.
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