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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 I tasted black truffle on my tongue
00:08a holiday tart Grayson insisted I try and then everything blurred the world tilted my limbs went
00:15numb and consciousness slipped out of my hands like water through broken glass
00:25when I woke both of my arms were broken the pain sharp and white hot and I was lying somewhere
00:31deep inside the Sierra Nevada wilderness my fiance handed my private jet to his assistant like it
00:41was a party favor I didn't even pause to process the insult my fingers were dialing the FAA emergency
00:51line before the outrage fully settled in my chest and within minutes they intercepted her midair
00:57grounding the plane at the nearest federal airfield when Grayson Whitmore found out he didn't look
01:04shocked he didn't look guilty either he looked irritated at me not her Jesus Celeste he sighed
01:12stroked his forehead as if I were the unreasonable one Mia just wanted to fly home for Thanksgiving
01:17and make a good impression it's not that deep she's still being held by federal officers would
01:23you please go down there and explain it was a misunderstanding they're not going to prosecute
01:27a girl for wanting to feel important sometimes I wondered whether he genuinely believed the
01:31bullshit he said or if he simply thought I was too soft or too in love to call him on
01:36it Grayson
01:37this isn't about feeling important this is about flying a multi-million dollar aircraft without a
01:46pilot's license if he was showing off and people who break federal aviation law should face the
01:52consequences even if they flutter their eyelashes at you he let out a long theatrical exhale the kind
01:58meant to signal I was being impossible before turning away I'll have Whitmore Enterprises legal
02:04department deal with it you never know how to pick your battles the cold earth pressing through my
02:15skin like a second heartbeat a red glow washed over me the beam of an infrared camera before
02:20Grayson's voice followed low and venomous you know Mia was detained for 48 hours because of your
02:26little tantrum he asked his tone dangerously calm she was terrified so you can fly a plane big deal
02:34let's see what other impressive skills you have think you can walk out of here naked and make it
02:40home my vision shook but I forced my good fingers what remained of them to reach the side of my
02:45AR
02:45tactical glasses the emergency signal was faint but it was there I pressed the button my voice cutting
02:51through the wind in a low steady rasp get here in 30 minutes and I will owe you everything Celeste
02:59Montgomery
02:59you're going to apologize to Mia right now and 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 or
03:11until
03:11something with fangs does Mia Carrington nestled comfortably against his chest as if this were
03:16some sick holiday movie scene instead of an attempted murder broadcast to criminals slid into the frame
03:22Celeste honey your arms are broken maybe just give in a little if you apologize I'll ask gray to pull
03:29you out of here
03:29Grayson pulled her in and kissed her the glow of the screen sharpening the cruelty in his eyes
03:34then he lifted the drone controller sinking our feed to a darknet live stream packed with faceless buyers
03:40who treated human suffering like a sport ladies and gentlemen your Thanksgiving special begins now
03:47Celeste Montgomery daughter of old money royalty former federal wilderness survival specialist we'll attempt
03:54to cross the Sierra Nevada with no gear no clothes and two broken arms place your bets on
03:59how long she'll last $1,000 per minute no upper limit
04:12you heard the crowd let's give our patrons what they paid for he zoomed the camera and obscenely close
04:19letting the lens trace the line of my collarbone drift down the bruises on my ribs
04:23hesitate over every inch of exposed skin his 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 you can't even dress yourself
04:37tell me is this enough of a consequence to help you remember how much you hurt Mia
04:42I was naked under the floodlight of the drone stripped not only of clothing but of privacy
04:47dignity 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 I felt vile burn into the back of my throat my broken bones scraped
05:04against the torn flesh of my arms and a cold sweat spread down my spine all this because I reported
05:11Mia's illegal flight for five years I helped build Whitmore Enterprises from the ground up for five years I used
05:17Montgomery resources and
05:19old money leverage to clear his path fight off his competitors and shield him from the consequences of his own
05:25incompetence I made him into something I took a scholarship kid with nothing but ambition and turned him into a
05:32rising star and now that he thought my family was losing influence now that he believed he no longer needed
05:37me he stripped me threw me into the wilderness and broadcasted my suffering to the highest bidder
05:43Grayson laughed again loud cruel almost giddy with the power he thought he held in that moment I realized he
05:50had never loved me he had only loved the way I made him feel powerful and now he wanted to
05:56prove he could destroy me just as easily make sure every paying creep in that channel has the time of
06:01their lives it's Thanksgiving give the bosses something to be thankful for
06:11here's the deal Celeste transfer 10% of Montgomery Global right now right into Mia's name and I'll have that
06:16drone drop a thermal blanket before the wolves smell you otherwise happy holidays
06:19gray babe that's too much I can't take her shares
06:27Celeste probably hates me she's always acting like I'm not good enough to fly the G650
06:31bet she thinks I'm just some gold digging flight attendant you've been too busy closing that Alaska pipeline deal to
06:37finish your pilot's license
06:38too busy closing deals I almost laughed even as the aphrodisiac set my bloodstream on fire
06:45too busy riding Grayson's lap in the Whitmore boardroom I collapsed against the rotting pine needles every nerve screaming blood
06:52frozen scarlet icicles on my forearms where the fall had snapped both bones
06:56Grayson Whitmore you make me sick
06:59Grayson Whitmore you make me sick
07:01Grayson Whitmore you make me sick
07:07grayson Whitmore you make me sick
07:08for one heartbeat the mask slipped and I saw the same kid who used to sneak me into met gallus
07:13and promise me the world then Nia whispered something and the mask slammed back down harder crueler
07:19Celeste you can't just throw away five years unless you already have some sides of your head
07:28A 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
07:47your grandfather buried in the Caymans.
07:50Get that drone in her face.
07:52Give the subscribers the money shot.
07:544K, night vision, the 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,
08:10and nearly pitched into the ravine.
08:13Somewhere below, Timberwolves started howling.
08:16Real ones, not metaphors.
08:19Celeste, honey, just sign the transfer. It's only money.
08:21Let Grayson cool off. We'll airlift you out, get you a spa day at Myrval.
08:24Pretend this never happened.
08:25A second drone swooped in, mechanical 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. Your choice.
08:39Go to hell!
08:44Something slithered over my cheek, centipede.
08:47Six inches long, rocky mountain paranoia venom.
08:50It crawled into my ear. The pain was so bright, I 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 Oktrahov, where rattlesnakes denned for winter.
09:06Keep talking tough, princess. Ten more feet and you're in the viper pit.
09:09Let's see that harbor mouth negotiate with diamond knives.
09:40You're not the Montgomery heiress anymore, Celeste.
09:42I cut it into black sludge, military-grade corrosives.
09:45Flesh on my calf, bubbled like acid on steak.
09:48I screamed until my throat tore.
09:51Scared yet, Celeste? Apologize to Mia. Now.
09:57Or 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. I 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. I 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.
10:27Grayson, when I get out of here, and I will, I'm going to take everything.
10:34Then, the centipede in my ear released its venom. The 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. Mud. The 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, I barely heard the darknet chat lose its collective mind.
11:05Even Grayson's executive assistant started sweating bullets.
11:09The 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. Celeste 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. They 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.
11:45I forced my head up, locked eyes with the drone's cold lens, and let every ounce of
11:50Montgomery Steel pour into my glare. I did nothing wrong. Why the hell should I hand over 10% of
11:55the
11:55company? My great-grandfather built from steel mills in Pittsburgh. Just because some trust fund
12:01psycho wants to flex. Bugs, please. I'd spent summers tagging grizzlies with federal wildlife
12:07teams in Catmine before I could legally drink. This was just another Tuesday in hell. With everything
12:12I had left, I rolled onto my back and dragged myself across the jagged shale. Rocks tore fresh gashes
12:18across my shoulder blades, but the pain was a blessing. It scraped off half the leeches and centipedes
12:24burrowed into my skin. Blood mixed with snow into pink slush. Yet somewhere in the haze,
12:29I spotted it. A cluster of wild sagebrush glowing faintly under the drone's floodlight.
12:34The same plant rangers in Denali swear by. Crushed leaves mass blood sent for exactly 11 minutes.
12:41I take six. Celeste Montgomery, have you no shame?
12:45Beg right now, or the next thing coming down that ravine won't be bugs.
12:50You never planned to let me walk out of here, Grayson. Dead or broken. You decided
12:58the second you, fight the champagne. Oh my god Celeste, what are you doing?
13:06As I clawed the sagebrush closer, bit the stem until bitter juice flooded my mouth,
13:11then smeared the pulp across every bleeding wound. The alkaloids hit my bloodstream like ice water,
13:16numb the nerve endings, killed the scent trail. Temporary, sure. But temporary was all I needed.
13:22Mia always said you were a snake. I guess she's right. You're trying to fake a suicide,
13:27pin it on me, ruin Whitmore Enterprises on Black Friday weekend. Classic Celeste.
13:32Even half naked in a blizzard, you're still scheming. Five years, Grayson. Five years I cleaned up your
13:39messes. Quieted the SC. Buried the insider trading rumors. Paid off that flight attendant you knocked
13:47up in Vegas. Without Montgomery Capital, you'd be still slinging dime bags outside Yale.
13:57For one heartbeat, the mask slipped again. Something raw flickered behind those Wall Street eyes.
14:02Guilt maybe, or the ghost of the boy who used to sneak me onto the roof of the Met to
14:06watch July 4th
14:07fireworks. Then Mia whispered poison in his ear, and the mask hardened into granite.
14:14This chick's got nine lives, boss. I thought she was done 10 minutes ago.
14:18Then let's burn through the rest. I want to see how long that Montgomery Pride lasts
14:24when the wolves start chewing. Celeste, sweetie, don't make the wolves angry.
14:30You're screaming loud enough to wake every predator from here to Glaciers National Park.
14:34When you tried to send Mia to federal prison for cooking the books you cooked up yourself,
14:39did you warn her? Open the speakers. The drone's PA system blasted a recorded
14:44alcohol snarl at 180 decibels. Enough to rattle bones. Every tree around me exploded with movement.
14:52Branches snapped. Snow cascaded. The real pack answered the call. I froze every muscle seizing.
14:58Pain from my compound fractures. The acid burn on my calf. The centipede venom. None of it compared
15:04to the primal terror of glowing eyes circling in the dark. Eight, maybe ten sets. Timberwolves. Coastal
15:10giants. The kind that take down moves for fun. One stepped into the floodlight above me. Silver
15:16gray, 200 pounds of pure hunger. Its breath steamed in the sub-zero air. I heard the crunch of its
15:22paws,
15:22the low rumble in its chest. Grayson. Wanted me shredded on camera. Survival instinct kicked
15:29harder than any drug. I eased backward inch by inch.
15:35Running now, princess? Where's all that billionaire backbone?
15:41Hide and seek with a wolf pack. How's that for a Thanksgiving tradition?
15:44Green eyes multiplied in the darkness. Fangs caught the light like switchblades.
15:50Last chance, Celeste. Kneel. Apologize to Mia on stream. I'll hit the ultrasonic repellant. Keep
15:56fighting and you're dinner. Say you're sorry, damn it. This 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, a black hawk chopper roared in low.
16:37And somewhere above the tree line, a black hawk chopper roared in low.
16:39Celeste, I've got you.
16:44Nathan Hale swung down like some avenging Spectre former Delta Force.
16:49Three-time national combatives champion. And the man my grandfather trusted with every dirty secret
16:55the Montgomery fortune ever needed buried. Nathan Hale?
17:00Nathan didn't answer him. The rage in his stare could have melted the glacier behind us.
17:06But his hands stayed gentle when he stripped off his plate carrier parka and wrapped it around my shaking
17:11shoulders. Celeste, I've got you. He scooped me up like I weighed nothing. So careful to keep
17:18pressure off the places where bone popes your skin. I tried to shrink away, mortified that Nathan Hale of
17:24all people was seeing me like this naked, filthy, broken. It's over sweetheart.
17:31Nobody touches you again. His team dropped in behind him, suppressed rifles barking in short,
17:37surgical bursts. The remaining wolves scattered into the dark like they've never existed.
17:42Who the hell are you people? This is a private matter. Private?
17:50Kidnapping, aggravated assault, attempted murder. When did federal felonies become a couple spat?
17:58Rachel Whitmore, Mia Carrington killed a stream right now. Or I start putting rounds through optics and we
18:05watch whose skull blooms next. Captain Hale, sir, this is a misunderstanding. Save it for the U.S. Attorney
18:15or for the Montgomery legal division. Your choice. Montgomery? Which Montgomery?
18:23The one that makes the dow twitch every time the old man sneezes. The one your boyfriend's been
18:28siphoning from for five years thinking nobody was watching. Celeste Montgomery. Heiress. Majority
18:38shareholder. And the woman you just tried to feed to wolves on Thanksgiving. Surprise.
18:49Grayson, the annulment papers hit your desk tomorrow morning and the bankruptcy petition hits the
18:54southern district of New York five minutes later. Happy Thanksgiving. Sleep 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
19:13bones when the man you loved tries to murder you for sport. Nathan knelt between the jump seats
19:18cleaning blood from my forearms with steady marine precision. Every swipe of the alcohol wipe felt
19:25like fire but his touch never faltered. The patriarchs 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. I managed to nod. Every memory from the last five years rewound in high
19:50def. Grayson kissing my knuckles. After the Montgomery Trust quietly bailed out his failing startup.
19:56Mia sliding updated contracts across his desk. Pupils blown wide with victory.
20:02The way he'd snap. What is that? Can you stop being so paranoid? Every time I pointed out her forged
20:10signatures. I'd ignored every red flag because I thought love meant trusting harder.
20:16Five years, I'm the punchline in a joke I helped write.
20:20You trusted the wrong person, Celeste. That doesn't make you stupid.
20:25It makes you human. And humans get even.
20:36Here's Mia's greatest hits. We've got her cold.
20:39I scrolled. She'd hollowed Whitmore Enterprises out like a Thanksgiving turkey and stuffed the carcass
20:44with iOS.
20:45Another file. Whitmore's real balance sheet.
20:50Red ink deep enough to drown Manhattan.
20:54Our legal team drafted everything. An annulment returns every gift, every trust contribution,
20:59every 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
21:17crinkled with worry the last time. I turned down his offer to vet Grayson personally. He'd known
21:23of course he'd known. And I've been too proud, too in love, too blind.
21:32Take me home, Nathan. Tomorrow we burn their empire to the ground and salt the earth.
21:39Copy that, ma'am. Next stop, Montgomery State, Aspen. Then we make them.
21:47Wish the wolves had finished the job.
21:52Five years ago, I sat across from Patriarch. I told him I wanted to try a relationship without the
21:59Montgomery name attached. No private security tale. No trust fund safety net. Just me and some guy from
22:07Yale who swore he loved me for my brain. Not my portfolio. The old man's face went the color of
22:13ash.
22:13He smashed his favorite crystal wine glass on the floor and roared that. I was throwing away a century of
22:19blood and steel for a pretty smile. In the end, he caved like he always did when I dug my
22:26heels in.
22:27Play your little game, Celeste. But when the world shows you its teeth, you come home.
22:39I opened my eyes in the Blackhawk's dim cabin. The morphine finally wearing off enough for the
22:44words to cut through the pain. Noidify every major outlet, CNN, Bloomberg, Fox, The Journal, all of them.
22:54Tomorrow, 10 a.m. sharp, penthouse ballroom, Montgomery Global Tower, Midtown Manhattan. I'm
23:01going to tell you that. The comms team's already spinning up. We'll have every network on the
23:04continent begging for seats. The PR director met me in the private elevator. Ma'am, the ballroom's
23:13locked down tighter than Fort Knox. We've got every tier one journalist from here to Tokyo. Live feeds
23:18to every financial desk in the world. The bespoke Armani suit hid the road rash and acid burns like armor.
23:24Only the faint tremor in my fingers betrayed the truth. Tell them I'm on my way.
23:31Thirty minutes later, I stepped onto the day eyes under a constellation of camera flashes,
23:37hot enough to melt steel. Nathan flanked my right. Eight more operators ringed the stage,
23:43hands never far from concealed Sig Sowers. Good morning. Thank you for coming on short notice.
23:49I'm here to set the record straight on one matter and to announce a decision.
23:57Grayson Whitmore stormed in looking like he'd slept in a dumpster.
24:01Nia clung to his arm, mascara tracks carving rivers through her foundation.
24:06Celeste, you vicious bitch. What did you do to my company?
24:11Every account frozen, every supplier ghosting me. Do you have any idea what you've cost me?
24:18Celeste, please. Gray only lost his mind because he loves me. Punish me, not him.
24:26Camera swung like howitzers. The flash storm was blinding. Nathan started forward. I stopped him cold.
24:36Let them through.
24:40Five years, Celeste. Five years and this is how you repay me?
24:47I ignored him completely, nodded to Nathan. The 80-foot LED wall behind me flared to life.
24:54The Aspen backcountry filled the screen. My own screens echoed through the ballroom sound system.
25:00You said a real player could walk home naked, right? Let's test that theory.
25:10The room temperature seemed to drop 20 degrees. Grayson went whiter than the marble floor.
25:18This is the clarification. I am Celeste Montgomery, majority shareholder and designated heir to
25:26Montgomery Global. Last night my fiancee, Grayson Whitmore, in collusion with his executive assistant
25:35Mia Carrington, kidnapped me, drug me, and attempted to murder me on a dark-knit last stream for sport.
25:47And the decision, effective immediately, Montgomery Global is initiating chapter 7 liquidation of
25:55Whitmore Enterprises. Every asset, every patent, every offshore shell will be seized to compensate for
26:01emotional distress, physical damages, and five years of fraud. The double doors opened again,
26:10this time to a phalanx of U.S. Marshals in tactical vests. Grayson Whitmore, Mia Carrington,
26:17you are under arrest for kidnapping, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder,
26:23and conspiracy to commit the same. You have the right to remain silent.
26:30Remember when you said I'd come crawling back once the money ran out? Turns out the money never left.
26:36You did. The marshals dragged them past rows of reporters, now shouting questions like machine
26:42gun fire. I stayed on the dais until the doors slammed shut behind the circus. Then I turned to the
26:49cameras one last time, voice steady as the empire at my back. Happy Thanksgiving, America. Justice is
26:56served cold. And today the Montgomery table is finally full. Nathan Hale stepped to my side, offered his
27:06arm for the walkout. In my head, I could already hear Patriarch Montgomery raising a glass to the
27:12granddaughter who finally came home.
27:23I'm telling the truth. Mia masterminded everything. She's been jealous of Celeste since day one.
27:32I kept whispering that Celeste was sabotaging me, laughing at me behind my back. The Aspen trip, her idea.
27:43She said it was just a scare, a little humiliation to force the share transfer.
27:48He shoved every ounce of blame across the hallway like it could save him.
27:55I'm just a secretary.
27:58Grayson resented Celeste for years, said she lorded her money over him, treated him like a charity case.
28:04He wanted revenge, told me to play along or he'd destroy my family. I was trapped.
28:09Please help me. Two people who used to finish each other's sentences now tore each other apart like
28:15rabid dogs. Grayson finally ran out of oxygen and collapsed forward. The 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. The week his startup was bleeding out and I slid term sheets
28:39across the table. Montgomery money laundered through a dozen blind trusts. He never questioned.
28:45The flu that knocked him flat for six days. I sleeping upright in a plastic hospital chair with my
28:50hand on his IV. Every time I pointed out Nia's forged invoices and he snarled. You're just jealous
29:00and she's better at the job than you ever were. All those moments I thought were love he'd seen as
29:06charity from a girl too naive to know her own worth.
29:18I wasn't some small town factory owner's daughter. I was the Montgomery heiress and I'd wasted five
29:25years shielding his ego while he sharpened the knife.
29:32I lay perfectly still while the city's top orthopedic surgeons swapped temporary splints
29:37for titanium-laced casts. Light enough for primetime close-ups.
29:53Whitmore Enterprises is iced. Every account, every patent, every square foot of real estate proceeds
29:59transferred directly to your personal restitution trust. Darknet rain been taken offline by cyber
30:04division. Every username, every crypto wallet. Our litigation teams filing suits faster than they
30:11can delete browser history. And the ex-lowbirds sang like canaries on Black Friday. Full confessions,
30:17cross-corroborated, they're tight. They're looking at 15 to 20. Easy, no parole.
30:27You sure you're ready for? What comes next? The board's already floating your name for CEO. Patriarch
30:34wants you in the corner office by New Year's. I flexed my new titanium-laced forearm. Felt the bite of
30:40metal meeting bone. Painful, perfect, permanent.
30:49Tell Grandfather the prodigal's home. And this time, I'm not asking permission.
30:59Montgomery Estate, Aspen. Three days after Thanksgiving. The snow had stopped falling,
31:05but the wind still howled like it wanted back in.
31:15Ma'am, there's someone at the main gate. Who?
31:19Grayson Whitmore's mother. Let her freeze. Copy that. She's already been out there two nights.
31:29Security won't even give her coffee. Good. When I feel like it, I'll decide if she gets in. Not before.
31:37Oh, and Nathan, make sure Grayson gets the morning paper in his cell.
31:42Front page. Above the fold. Whitmore enter purse's liquidated assets. To Montgomery heiress.
31:50I want him to read it while he eats his Thanksgiving leftovers. Cold.
31:54Already on the warden's desk, ma'am.
31:57Day three. I finally had them escort Mrs. Whitmore to the East Parlor.
32:06Celeste. Thank God. Celeste, my son is an idiot.
32:11A monster. Whatever you want to call him. But 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. He committed felony kidnapping and attempted murder.
32:33You want mercy? File an appeal with the First Circuit.
32:40Let me refresh your memory. Three years ago, your heart was failing.
32:45Grayson couldn't scrape together 30 grand. I sold my mother's watch, the one she wore the day she died, so
32:51you could have the best surgeon in Boston.
32:54You woke up, took my hand, and told me to stay out of the men's business.
33:01You mistook kindness for weakness.
33:04You taught your son the same mistake. Now you're both learning the price.
33:09And, what are they trying to do for your buddy?
33:48Celeste 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,
35:13whatever 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.
35:30Ray, 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.
35:45Babe.
35:46Babe.
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.
36:26Attempted murder.
36:27Commercial fraud.
36:28Conspiracy.
36:29Life imprisonment.
36:30No 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.
36:48Grayson's apology floated behind us.
36:51Thin and worthless as the paper jumpsuit he'd wear for the rest of his life.
37:10You just beat my kill ratio, ma'am.
37:13The air force is gonna cry.
37:14Hands are better than ever.
37:16Book the Gulfstream.
37:17G800.
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.
37:32You wasn't the girl who used to wait up with soup anymore.
37:35I was Celeste Montgomery.
37:37CEO in waiting.
37:39Heir to an empire that made nations blink.
37:45Prison mail.
37:46Whitmore.
37:48Tenth won this month.
37:50Summary?
37:50Same sob story.
37:52He is sorry.
37:53Praise every night.
37:53Misses the old days.
37:55Blames me.
37:55I...
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.
38:10Cremate 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.
38:34I was flying to everything.
38:36I was flying to nothing.
38:40I was flying to nothing.
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