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My Fiancé Almost Kill Me On Thanksgiving Day
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00:00Thanksgiving night was the last calm moment I remembered.
00:04I tasted black truffle on my tongue, a holiday tart.
00:07Grayson insisted I try, and then everything blurred.
00:10The world tilted. My limbs went numb.
00:18And consciousness slipped out of my hands like water through broken glass.
00:23When I woke, both of my arms were broken, the pain sharp and white hot.
00:28And I was lying somewhere deep inside the Sierra Nevada wilderness.
00:35My fiance handed my private jet to his assistant like it was a party favor.
00:41I didn't even pause to process the insult.
00:46My fingers were dialing the FAA emergency line before the outrage fully settled in my chest.
00:53And within minutes, they intercepted her midair, grounding the plane at the nearest federal airfield.
00:59When Grayson Whitmore found out, he didn't look shocked.
01:02He didn't look guilty either.
01:04He looked irritated at me, not her.
01:07Jesus Celeste.
01:09He sighed, stroked his forehead as if I were the unreasonable one.
01:13Mia just wanted to fly home for Thanksgiving and make a good impression.
01:17It's not that deep.
01:19She's still being held by federal officers.
01:21Would you please go down there and explain it was a misunderstanding?
01:23They're not going to prosecute a girl for wanting to feel important.
01:27Sometimes I wondered whether he genuinely believed the bullshit he said or if he simply thought I was too soft
01:32or too in love to call him on it.
01:35Grayson, this isn't about feeling important.
01:39This is about flying a multi-million dollar aircraft without a pilot's license.
01:45If he was showing off.
01:47And people who break federal aviation law should face the consequences, even if they flutter their eyelashes at you.
01:53He let out a long theatrical exhale, the kind meant to signal I was being impossible, before turning away.
01:59I'll have Whitmore Enterprises' legal department deal with it.
02:04You never know how to pick your battles.
02:11The cold earth pressing through my skin like a second heartbeat.
02:14A red glow washed over me.
02:16The beam of an infrared camera before Grayson's voice followed, low and venomous.
02:21You know, Mia was detained for 48 hours because of your little tantrum.
02:24He asked his tone dangerously calm.
02:26She was terrified.
02:27So you can fly a plane.
02:30Big deal.
02:32Let's see what other impressive skills you have.
02:35Think you can walk out of here naked and make it home.
02:38My vision shook, but I forced my good fingers, what remained of them, to reach the side of my AR
02:43tactical glasses.
02:45The emergency signal was faint, but it was there.
02:47I pressed the button, my voice cutting through the wind in a low, steady wrass.
02:51Get here in 30 minutes, and I will owe you everything.
02:56I was going to say, let's go.
02:57Celeste Montgomery, you're going to apologize to Mia right now, and say out loud that you're nothing but a worthless
03:02bitch.
03:03Otherwise, you can rot out here in the Sierra Nevada until the toxins in the air finish you off, or
03:09until something with fangs does.
03:10Mia Carrington nestled comfortably against his chest as if this were some sick holiday movie scene.
03:15Instead of an attempted murder broadcast to criminals, slid into the frame.
03:20Celeste, honey, your arms are broken.
03:23Maybe just give in a little.
03:25If you apologize, I'll ask Ray to pull you out of here.
03:28Grayson pulled her in and kissed her.
03:29The glow of the screen sharpening the cruelty in his eyes.
03:32Then he lifted the drone controller, sinking our feed to a Darknet live stream packed with faceless buyers who treated
03:38human suffering like a sport.
03:40Ladies and gentlemen, your Thanksgiving special begins now.
03:46Celeste Montgomery, daughter of old money royalty, former federal wilderness survival specialist.
03:51We'll attempt to cross the Sierra Nevada with no gear, no clothes, and two broken arms.
03:56Place your bets on how long she'll last.
03:59$1,000 per minute.
04:01No upper limit.
04:07You heard the crowd.
04:12Let's give our patrons what they paid for.
04:14He zoomed the camera in obscenely close, letting the lens trace the line of my collarbone, drift down the bruises
04:20on my ribs, hesitate over every inch of exposed skin.
04:23His greed felt physical, like oily fingers crawling over me.
04:27You always said people should pay the price for their mistakes, Celeste.
04:31Now look at you.
04:32Your arms are useless.
04:34You can't even dress yourself.
04:35Tell me, is this enough of a consequence to help you remember how much you hurt Mia?
04:40I was naked under the floodlight of the drone, stripped not only of clothing, but of privacy, dignity, and safety.
04:47I pressed my forearms tight against my chest, desperate to shield whatever fragments of myself I could still claim.
04:55Their laughter oozed into my ears.
04:57I felt bile burn into the back of my throat.
05:00My broken bones scraped against the torn flesh of my arms, and a cold sweat spread down my spine.
05:06All this because I reported Mia's illegal flight.
05:10For five years, I helped build Whitmore Enterprises from the ground up.
05:14For five years, I used Montgomery resources and old money leverage to clear his path, fight off his competitors, and
05:20shield him from the consequences of his own incompetence.
05:23I made him into something.
05:25I took a scholarship kid with nothing but ambition and turned him into a rising star.
05:30And now that he thought my family was losing influence, now that he believed he no longer needed me, he
05:36stripped me, threw me into the wilderness, and broadcasted my suffering to the highest bitter.
05:41Grayson laughed again, loud, cool, almost giddy with the power he thought he held.
05:46In that moment, I realized he had never loved me.
05:49He had only loved the way I made him feel powerful.
05:52And now he wanted to prove he could destroy me just as easily.
05:56Make sure every paying creep in that channel has the time of their lives.
05:59It's Thanksgiving.
06:00Give the bosses something to be thankful for.
06:08Here's the deal, Celeste.
06:10Transfer 10% of Montgomery Global right now, right into Mia's name, and I'll have that drone drop a thermal
06:14blanket before the wolves smell you.
06:15Otherwise, happy holidays.
06:17Gray, babe, that's too much.
06:20I can't take her shares.
06:25Celeste probably hates me.
06:26She's always acting like I'm not good enough to fly the G650.
06:30Bet she thinks I'm just some gold-digging flight attendant.
06:32You've been too busy closing that Alaska Pipeline deal to finish your pilot's license.
06:36Too busy closing deals?
06:38I almost laughed.
06:39Even as the aphrodisiac set my bloodstream on fire.
06:43Too busy riding Grayson's lap in the Whitmore boardroom.
06:46I collapsed against the rotting pine needles.
06:48Every nerve screaming, blood frozen, scarlet icicles on my forearms where the fall had snapped both bones.
06:53Grayson Whitmore, you make me sick.
06:56We're done.
06:57The engagement over!
07:05For one heartbeat, the mask slipped.
07:07And I saw the same kid who used to sneak me into Met Gallus and promise me the world.
07:13Then Mia whispered something and the mask slammed back down.
07:16Harder.
07:16Crueler.
07:17Celeste, you can't just throw away five years.
07:23Unless you already have some side piece lined up.
07:27Some Wall Street wolf waiting in a Park Avenue penthouse.
07:36Montgomery Global stock is tanking faster than SPX.
07:39Celeste, you're nothing without me.
07:41You want to call off the wedding?
07:43Fine.
07:43When the feds freeze every offshore account your grandfather buried in the Caymans.
07:48Get that drone in her face.
07:49Give the subscribers the money shot.
07:524K.
07:52Night vision.
07:53The works.
07:54I threw up a broken arm to shield myself.
07:57Then remembered I was naked underneath the ruins of a $10,000 gown.
08:01Shame burned hotter than the chemical fire in my veins.
08:04I curled into a ball, slid another foot down the ice-lip slope, and nearly pitched into the ravine.
08:11Somewhere below, timber wolves started howling.
08:14Real ones, not metaphors.
08:16Celeste, honey, just sign the transfer.
08:18It's only money.
08:18Let Grayson cool off.
08:19We'll airlift you out, get you a spa day at Mirval.
08:22Pretend this never happened.
08:23A second drone swooped in a mechanical claw, gripping a tablet, displaying the share transfer agreement.
08:28It hovered six inches from my nose like a guillotine.
08:30Sign or freeze.
08:32Your choice.
08:37Go to hell!
08:42Something slithered over my cheek.
08:44Centipede.
08:44Six inches long.
08:46Rocky Mountain paranoia venom.
08:48It crawled into my ear.
08:50The pain was so bright I almost welcomed it.
08:52Then gravity took over again.
08:54I clawed at frozen granite fingernails snapping and slid closer to the poison ivy oak trap.
09:00Where rattlesnakes denned for winter.
09:04Keep talking tough, princess.
09:05Ten more feet and you're in the viper pit.
09:07Let's see that harbor mouth negotiate with diamond eyes.
09:09You're not the Montgomery heiress anymore, Celeste.
09:12Grayson says if you sign and apologize live, admit you framed me for cooking the books, tried to send an
09:16innocent girl to federal prison, he'll call the chopper.
09:19I'll even forgive you for that SEC subpoena you paid for.
09:22You vicious bitch!
09:24Trying to lock Mia up?
09:26What about her little sister who needs chemo?
09:30The first drone released a glass ampule.
09:33It shattered at my feet in a hiss of white vapor.
09:37The snow around my bare feet melted into black sludge.
09:40Military grade corrosives.
09:42Flesh on my calf bubbled like acid on steak.
09:45I screamed until my throat tore.
09:49Scared yet, Celeste?
09:51Apologize to Mia.
09:52Now.
09:54Or the next one goes in your face.
09:56I dragged myself an inch uphill, blood painting the snow red.
10:00The metallic scent drew every leech, tick, and beetle in a five mile radius.
10:06They burrowed under what was left of my dress.
10:08I couldn't swap them off.
10:10For the first time in 28 years of boardrooms, bailouts, and Forbes covers.
10:15Celeste Montgomery was out of moves.
10:18I lifted my head to the drone lens.
10:20To the man who once swore he'd burn the world before he'd let me get hurt.
10:25Grayson, when I get out of here, and I will, I'm going to take everything.
10:32Then, the centipede in my ear released its venom.
10:35The ravine rushed up to swallow me.
10:37And the last thing I heard was Mia laughing, like she'd already won.
10:45Everything bled crimson blood.
10:47Mud.
10:48The strobing red of the drone's emergency LEDs.
10:51I couldn't tell where one ended, and the other began.
10:54My pulse hammered so loud.
10:56I barely heard the dark net chat lose its collective mind.
11:02Even Grayson's executive assistant started sweating bullets.
11:06The guy had buried bodies for Whitmore Enterprises in three continents.
11:09But live streaming a billionaire heiress getting eaten by wolves apparently crossed a line.
11:15Mr. Whitmore, sir.
11:16Celeste looks half dead already.
11:19Heart rate's crashing on the biometric feed.
11:21She's not dying.
11:23Girls like Celeste don't die.
11:25They just get humbled.
11:27If she hadn't spent the last five years trying to frame Mia for security's fraud, maybe I'd have gone easy.
11:35Tonight's just a friendly reminder.
11:38Celeste, don't throw away generation.
11:41I forced my head up, locked eyes with the drone's cold lens, and let every ounce of Montgomery Steel pour
11:48into my glare.
11:49I did nothing wrong. Why the hell should I hand over 10% of the company my great-grandfather built
11:54from steel mills in Pittsburgh?
11:56Just because some trust fund psycho wants to flex.
12:00Bugs, please.
12:01I spent summers tagging grizzlies with federal wildlife teams in catmine before I could legally drink.
12:07This was just another Tuesday in hell.
12:09With everything I had left, I rolled onto my back and dragged myself across the jagged shale.
12:14Rocks tore fresh gashes across my shoulder blades.
12:17But the pain was a blessing. It scraped off half the leeches and centipedes burrowed into my skin.
12:22Blood mixed with snow into pink slush.
12:25Yet somewhere in the haze I spotted it.
12:27A cluster of wild sagebrush glowing faintly under the drone's floodlight.
12:31The same plant rangers in Denali swear by.
12:34Crushed leaves masked blood scent for exactly 11 minutes.
12:38I take six.
12:39Celeste Montgomery, have you no shame?
12:41Beg right now.
12:44Or the next thing coming down that ravine won't be bugs.
12:48You never planned to let me walk out of here, Grayson.
12:51Dead or broken.
12:54You decided.
12:56The second you.
12:58Fight the champagne.
13:00Oh my God, Celeste, what are you doing?
13:03As I clawed the sagebrush closer, bit the stem until bitter juice flooded my mouth, then smeared the pulp across
13:09every bleeding wound.
13:11The alkaloids hit my bloodstream like ice water, numbed the nerve endings, killed the scent trail.
13:16Temporary, sure.
13:17But temporary was all I needed.
13:19Mia always said you were a snake.
13:21I guess she's right.
13:22You're trying to fake a suicide, pin it on me, ruin Whitmore Enterprises, on Black Friday weekend.
13:28Classic Celeste.
13:30Even half naked in a blizzard, you're still scheming.
13:34Five years, Grayson.
13:35Five years I cleaned up your messes.
13:37Quieted the SC.
13:39Buried the insider trading rumors.
13:42Paid off that flight attendant you knocked up in Vegas.
13:45Without Montgomery Capital, you'd be still slinging dime bags outside Yale.
13:54For one heartbeat, the mask slipped again.
13:57Something raw flickered behind those Wall Street eyes.
13:59Guilt maybe, or the ghost of the boy who used to sneak me onto the roof of the Met to
14:03watch July 4th fireworks.
14:05Then Mia whispered poison in his ear, and the mask hardened into granite.
14:11This chick's got nine lives, boss.
14:13Thought she was done ten minutes ago.
14:16Then let's burn through the rest.
14:18I want to see how long that Montgomery pride lasts, when the wolves start chewing.
14:23Celeste, sweetie.
14:25Don't make the wolves angry.
14:27You're screaming loud enough to wake every predator from here to Glacier's National Park.
14:32When you tried to send Mia to federal prison for cooking the books you cooked up yourself, did you warn
14:37her?
14:37Open the speakers.
14:39The drone's PA system blastered a recorded alpha wolf snarl at 180 decibels.
14:44Enough to rattle bones.
14:46Every tree around me exploded with movement.
14:49Branches snapped.
14:50Snow cascaded.
14:51The real pack answered the call.
14:53I froze every muscle seizing.
14:56Pain from my compound fractures.
14:58The acid burn on my calf.
14:59The centipede venom.
15:01None of it compared to the primal terror of glowing eyes circling in the dark.
15:04Eight, maybe ten sets.
15:06Timberwolves, coastal giants.
15:08The kind that take down moves for fun.
15:10One stepped into the floodlight above me.
15:12Silver gray, 200 pounds of pure hunger.
15:15Its breath steamed in the sub-zero air.
15:18I heard the crunch of its paws.
15:20The low rumble in its chest.
15:22Grayson wanted me shredded on camera.
15:25Survival instinct kicked harder than any drug.
15:28I eased backward, inch by inch.
15:33Running now, princess?
15:35Where's all that billionaire backbone?
15:38Hide and seek with a wolf packer.
15:40How's that for a Thanksgiving tradition?
15:42Green eyes multiplied in the darkness.
15:44Fangs caught the light like switchblades.
15:47Last chance, Celeste.
15:48Kneel.
15:49Apologize to Mia on stream.
15:51I'll hit the ultrasonic repellent.
15:53Keep fighting and you're dinner.
15:57Say you're sorry, damn it.
16:00This is how the Montgomery line ends.
16:09She doesn't owe a single goddamn apology to anyone.
16:14And somewhere above the tree line,
16:16a Black Hawk chocko roared in low.
16:36Celeste, I've got you.
16:41Nathan Hale swung down.
16:43Like some avenging specter, former Delta Force.
16:46Three-time national combatives champion.
16:49And the man my grandfather trusted with every dirty secret
16:52the Montgomery fortune ever needed buried.
16:55Nathan Hale?
16:57Nathan didn't answer him.
16:59The rage in his stare could have melted the glacier behind us.
17:03But his hand stayed gentle when he stripped off his plate carrier parka
17:06and wrapped it around my shaking shoulders.
17:10Celeste, I've got you.
17:12He scooped me up like I weighed nothing.
17:14So careful to keep pressure off the places where bone pokes through skin.
17:18I tried to shrink away.
17:19Mortified that Nathan Hale, of all people,
17:22was seeing me like this naked, filthy, broken.
17:25It's over, sweetheart.
17:28Nobody touches you again.
17:30His team dropped in behind him.
17:32Suppressed rifles barking in short, surgical bursts.
17:35The remaining wolves scattered into the dark light.
17:38They'd never existed.
17:39Who the hell are you people?
17:42This is a private matter.
17:44Private?
17:47Kidnapping.
17:48Aggravated assault.
17:50Attempted murder.
17:51When did federal felonies become a couple spat?
17:54Grayson Whitmore, Leah Carey can kill the stream right now.
17:58Or I start putting rounds through optics.
18:01And we watch whose skull blooms next.
18:07Captain Hale, sir.
18:09This is a misunderstanding.
18:10Save it for the U.S. Attorney.
18:12Or for the Montgomery Legal Division.
18:15Your choice.
18:16Montgomery?
18:18Which Montgomery?
18:20The one that makes the Dow twitch every time the old man sneezes.
18:23The one your boyfriend's been siphoning from for five years thinking nobody was watching.
18:30Celeste Montgomery.
18:33Heiress.
18:35Majority shareholder.
18:36And the woman you just tried to feed to wolves on Thanksgiving.
18:40Surprise.
18:46Grayson.
18:46The annulment papers hit your desk tomorrow morning.
18:49And the bankruptcy petition hits the Southern District of New York five minutes later.
18:54Happy Thanksgiving.
18:55Sleep tight on that private jet cot.
19:03I still couldn't stop shaking partly from hypothermia, part the special kind of cold that settles in your bones when
19:10the man you loved tries to murder you for sport.
19:13Nathan knelt between the jump seats, cleaning blood from my forearms with steady marine precision.
19:19Every swipe of the alcohol wipe felt like fire, but his touch never faltered.
19:24The Patriarch's got the estate on full lockdown.
19:27Top orthopedic trauma surgeon out of Johns Hopkins is already wheels up from Baltimore.
19:32Your grandfather tried to charter a C-130 to come rip Whitmore apart with his bare hands.
19:37Took three generals to talk him down.
19:40This one's yours to finish.
19:42I managed to nod.
19:44Every memory from the last five years rewound in high def.
19:47Grayson kissing my knuckles.
19:49After the Montgomery Trust quietly bailed out his failing startup.
19:53Mia sliding updated contracts across his desk.
19:56Pupils blown wide with victory.
19:59The way he'd snap.
20:01What is that?
20:03Can you stop being so paranoid?
20:05Every time I pointed out her forged signatures.
20:08I'd ignored every red flag because I thought love meant trusting harder.
20:12Five years.
20:14I'm the punchline in a joke I helped write.
20:17You trusted the wrong person, Celeste.
20:20That doesn't make you stupid.
20:22It makes you human.
20:24And humans get even.
20:32Here's Mia's greatest hits.
20:34We've got her cold.
20:35I scrolled.
20:36She'd hollowed Whitmore Enterprises out like a Thanksgiving turkey and stuffed the carcass with iOS.
20:42Another file.
20:44Whitmore's real balance sheet.
20:47Red ink deep enough to drown Manhattan.
20:50Our legal team drafted everything.
20:53An annulment returns every gift.
20:54Every trust contribution.
20:56Every share he ever touched.
21:01Attempted murder.
21:02Conspiracy.
21:03Violation of the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act for the Darknet stream.
21:07The drone footage alone will put them away for 25 to life.
21:10I closed my eyes and saw Patriarch Montgomery's face crinkled with worry the last time.
21:16I turned down his offer to vet Grayson personally.
21:19He'd known.
21:20Of course he'd known.
21:21And I'd been too proud, too in love, too blind.
21:29Take me home, Nathan.
21:31Tomorrow we burn their empire to the ground.
21:33And salt the earth.
21:36Copy that, ma'am.
21:38Next stop, Montgomery State, Aspen.
21:41Then we make them.
21:44Wish the wolves had finished the job.
21:48Five years ago, I sat across from Patriarch.
21:52I told him I wanted to try a relationship without the Montgomery name attached.
21:57No private security tale.
22:00No trust fund safety net.
22:02Just me and some guy from Yale who swore he loved me for my brain.
22:06Not my portfolio.
22:07The old man's face went the color of ash.
22:10He smashed his favorite crystal wine glass on the floor.
22:13And roared that I was throwing away a century of blood.
22:16And steel for a pretty smile.
22:19In the end, he caved like he always did.
22:22When I dug my heels in.
22:24Play your little game, Celeste.
22:27But when the world shows you its teeth, you come home.
22:36I opened my eyes in the Blackhawk's dim cabin.
22:39The morphine finally wearing off enough for the words to cut through the pain.
22:44Noidify every major outlet, CNN, Bloomberg, Fox, The Journal, all of them.
22:51Tomorrow, 10 a.m. sharp, penthouse ballroom, Montgomery Global Tower, mid-down Manhattan.
22:56I'm holding a press conference.
22:57Copy that.
22:58The comms team's already spinning up.
23:00We'll have every network on the continent begging for seats.
23:05The PR director met me in the private elevator.
23:08Ma'am, the ballroom's locked down tighter than Fort Knox.
23:11We've got every tier one journalist from here to Tokyo.
23:14Live feeds to every financial desk in the world.
23:16The bespoke Armani suit hid the road rash and acid burns like armor.
23:21Only the faint tremor in my fingers betrayed the truth.
23:24Tell them I'm on my way.
23:2830 minutes later, I stepped onto the day ice under a constellation of camera flashes.
23:33Hot enough to melt steel.
23:35Nathan flanked my right.
23:37Eight more operators ringed the stage.
23:39Hands never far from concealed six hours.
23:42Good morning.
23:43Thank you for coming on short notice.
23:46I'm here to set the record straight on one matter.
23:50And to announce a decision.
23:54Grayson Whitmore stormed in looking like he'd slept in a dumpster.
23:58Mia clung to his arm.
23:59Mascara tracks carving rivers through her foundation.
24:02Celeste, you vicious bitch.
24:05What did you do to my company?
24:08Every account frozen, every supplier ghosting me.
24:11Do you have any idea what you've cost me?
24:15Celeste, please.
24:17Gray only lost his mind because he loves me.
24:20Punish me, not him.
24:22Camera swung like howitzers.
24:24The flash storm was blinding.
24:27Nathan started forward.
24:28I stopped him cold.
24:33Let them through.
24:37Five years, Celeste.
24:39Five years and this is how you repay me?
24:43I ignored him completely.
24:46Nodded to Nathan.
24:47The 80 foot LED wall behind me flared to life.
24:50The Aspen backcountry filled the screen.
24:53My own screams echoed through the ballroom sound system.
24:56You said a real player could walk home naked, right?
24:59Let's test that theory.
25:07The room temperature seemed to drop 20 degrees.
25:10Grayson went whiter than the marble floor.
25:14This is the clarification.
25:16I am Celeste Montgomery, majority shareholder and designated heir to Montgomery Global.
25:24Last night my fiancé, Grayson Whitmore, in collusion with his executive assistant Mia Carrington, kidnapped me, drugged me, and attempted
25:35to murder me on a dark-knit last stream for sport.
25:43And the decision, effective immediately, Montgomery Global is initiating Chapter 7 liquidation of Whitmore Enterprises.
25:53Every asset, every patent, every offshore shell will be seized to compensate for emotional distress, physical damages, and five years
26:02of fraud.
26:04The double doors opened again, this time to a phalanx of U.S. Marshals in tactical vests.
26:12Grayson Whitmore, Mia Carrington, you are under arrest, kidnapping, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder, and conspiracy to
26:21commit the same.
26:22You have the right to remain silent.
26:27Remember when you said I'd come crawling back once the money ran out?
26:31Turns out the money never left.
26:33You did.
26:34The marshals dragged them past rows of reporters, now shouting questions like, machine gun fire.
26:40I stayed on the dais until the doors slammed shut behind the circus.
26:45Then I turned to the cameras one last time, voice steady as the empire at my back.
26:50Happy Thanksgiving, America.
26:52Justice is served cold.
26:54And today the Montgomery table is finally full.
27:00Nathan Hale stepped to my side, offered his arm for the walkout.
27:04In my head, I could already hear Patriarch Montgomery raising a glass to the granddaughter who finally came home.
27:19I'm telling the truth.
27:22Mia masterminded everything.
27:25She's been jealous of Celeste since day one.
27:29Kept whispering that Celeste was sabotaging me.
27:33Laughing at me behind my back.
27:36The Aspen tripped.
27:38Her idea.
27:40She said it was just a scare, a little humiliation to force the share transfer.
27:45He shoved every ounce of blame across the hallway, like it could save him.
27:51I'm just a secretary.
27:55Grayson resented Celeste for years.
27:57Said she lorded her money over him, treated him like a charity case.
28:00He wanted revenge.
28:02Told me to play along or he'd destroy my family.
28:04I was trapped.
28:05Please help me.
28:07Two people who used to finish each other's sentences now tore each other apart like rabid dogs.
28:13Grayson finally ran out of oxygen and collapsed forward.
28:17The memories hit harder than any punch.
28:23The night we met at that Yale alumni mixer, me in a borrowed dress, laughing that, my family ran a
28:29couple hardware stores back in Pittsburgh.
28:33The week his startup was bleeding out, and I slid term sheets across the table.
28:37Montgomery money laundered through a dozen blind trusts he never questioned.
28:41The flu that knocked him flat for six days.
28:44I sleeping upright in a plastic hospital chair with my hand on his IV.
28:51Every time I pointed out Nia's forged invoices, and he snarled.
28:55You're just jealous, and she's better at the job than you ever were.
29:00All those moments I thought were love, he'd seen as charity from a girl too naive to know her own
29:05worth.
29:14I wasn't some small town factory owner's daughter.
29:18I was the Montgomery heiress.
29:20And I'd wasted five years shielding his ego, while he sharpens the knife.
29:29I lay perfectly still while the city's top orthopedic surgeons swapped temporary splints for titanium-laced casts, light enough for
29:37primetime close-ups.
29:49Whitmore Enterprises is iced.
29:52Every account, every patent, every square foot of real estate proceeds transferred directly to your personal restitution trust.
29:59Darknet Ring has been taken offline by Cyber Division.
30:02Every username, every crypto wallet.
30:05Our litigation team's filing suits faster than they can delete browser history.
30:09And the ex-Lowbirds sang like canaries on a left-right aid.
30:12Full confessions, cross-corroborated, they're tight.
30:16They're looking at 15 to 20, easy, no parole.
30:23You sure you're ready for?
30:25What comes next?
30:27The board's already floating your name for CEO.
30:30Patriarch wants you in the corner office by New Year's.
30:33I flexed my new titanium-laced coran.
30:36Felt the bite of metal meeting bomb.
30:38Painful, perfect, permanent.
30:46Tell Grandfather the prodigal's home.
30:49And this time, I'm not asking permission.
30:56Montgomery Estate, Aspen.
30:58Three days after Thanksgiving.
30:59The snow had stopped falling, but the wind still howled like it wanted back in.
31:11Ma'am, there's someone at the main gate.
31:14Who?
31:16Grayson Whitmore's mother.
31:18Let her freeze.
31:21Copy that.
31:23She's already been out there two nights.
31:25Security won't even give her coffee.
31:28Good.
31:29When I feel like it, I'll decide if she gets in.
31:31Not before.
31:33Oh, and Nathan, make sure Grayson gets the morning paper in his cell.
31:39Front page, above the fold.
31:42Whitmore enter purse's liquidated assets to Montgomery heiress.
31:46I want him to read it while he eats his Thanksgiving leftovers.
31:50Cold.
31:51Already on the warden's desk, ma'am.
31:54Day three.
31:54I finally had them escort Mrs. Whitmore to the East Parlor.
32:02Celeste.
32:03Thank God.
32:05Celeste, my son is an idiot.
32:08A monster.
32:09Whatever you want to call him.
32:11But he's still my only child.
32:15I'm begging you, look at what we meant to each other once.
32:18Find it in your heart.
32:20Auntie?
32:22You seem confused.
32:24Your son didn't break my heart.
32:26He committed felony kidnapping and attempted murder.
32:30You want mercy?
32:31File an appeal with the First Circuit.
32:37Let me refresh your memory.
32:39Three years ago, your heart was failing.
32:42Grayson couldn't scrape together 30 grand.
32:44I sold my mother's watch, the one she wore the day she died,
32:47so you could have the best surgeon in Boston.
32:51You woke up, took my hand, and told me to stay out of men's business.
32:57You mistook kindness for weakness.
33:01You taught your son the same mistake.
33:04Now you're both learning the price.
33:44Celeste wouldn't...
33:47She loved me.
33:50There's more.
33:52Montgomery Legal just added commercial fraud to the indictment.
33:56They have your original pitch decks.
33:59Every inflated revenue number, every fake vendor contract you used to impress her,
34:04back when you thought she was just a girl with a trust fund.
34:20They're saying he tried to hang himself with his jumpsuit, didn't get far.
34:26Let him live long enough to watch every cent he ever touched come home to me.
34:34Tell Legal to drop the papers.
34:36I'm taking the corner office January 1st.
34:40And schedule a board meeting.
34:42It's time the world remembered what happens when you bet against a Montgomery.
34:53The trial had been a coronation in reverse.
34:56Every Montgomery lawyer in a 500-mile radius showed up in Zegna and vengeance.
35:01Evidence stacked higher than the jury's coffee cups.
35:04His public defender tried the crime of passion angle, temporary insanity, toxic masculinity,
35:10whatever buzzword might shave off a decade.
35:12It was like watching a toddler argue with a tsunami.
35:15It's all going according to plan.
35:17Your honor, new evidence.
35:26Gray, Celeste found the offshore transfers.
35:29What do I do?
35:30Let her bark.
35:31I'll just say she's jealous and trying to tank your career.
35:33Keep moving the money.
35:34Once we push her out, Whitmore Enterprises is yours.
35:37Push her out.
35:38Whitmore Enterprises is yours.
35:40Babe.
35:50Backstabbing bitch!
35:52You were a stepping stone, Grayson.
35:54A very expensive one.
35:56I recorded everything in case you ever forgot who held the leash.
36:02He finally understood.
36:04He'd never been the king.
36:06He'd been the pawn she kept in the front row in case the queen decided to sacrifice something.
36:11The judge didn't even look up from his notes.
36:15Mia Carrington, 15 years, federal penitentiary, credit for cooperation.
36:20Grayson Whitmore, kidnapping, attempted murder, commercial fraud, conspiracy.
36:25Life imprisonment, no parole.
36:28Political rights terminated for life.
36:33Celeste.
36:34I'm sorry.
36:39I'm sorry.
36:40I'm sorry.
36:42I'm sorry.
36:43I'm sorry.
36:44Grayson's apology floated behind us.
36:47Thin and worthless as the paper jumpsuit he'd wear for the rest of his life.
37:06You just beat my kill ratio, Pam.
37:09The Air Force is gonna cry.
37:11Hands are better than ever.
37:12Book the Gulfstream.
37:14G800.
37:14We're doing the globe run.
37:16Pole to pole.
37:1890 hours.
37:19No stops.
37:22Swallowed three competitors before breakfast.
37:25And still found time to get type rated in everything with wings.
37:28You wasn't the girl who used to wait up with soup anymore.
37:31I was Celeste Montgomery.
37:33CEO in waiting.
37:35Heir to an empire that made nations blink.
37:41Prison mail.
37:43Whitmore.
37:44Tenth won this month.
37:46Summary?
37:47Same sob story.
37:48He is sorry.
37:49Prays every night.
37:50Misses the old days.
37:51Blames me.
37:52Says if she hadn't existed, we'd be married by now.
37:55Wants one visit.
37:57Just one.
37:58Tell Leavenworth we're done forwarding mail.
38:02Grayson Whitmore died on that mountain as far as I'm concerned.
38:06Cremate the rest.
38:07Yes, ma'am.
38:13Are you ready to face a new storm at 41,000 feet?
38:17Like making a cup of coffee?
38:19Yep.
38:20Just like the coffee you made every day.
38:23I didn't slow down.
38:25I didn't need to.
38:27I was flying to everything.
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