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Chapter 601
Chapter 601:
Inside the massive, beautiful penthouse, Alycia Beasley collapsed onto the floor. She curled into a ball, clutching the severance papers, and let out a long, agonizing scream of absolute, total defeat.
Midnight in Long Island.
A battered yellow city taxi pulled up to the curb outside the dark, foreclosed Beasley villa. The rear door opened and Alycia stepped out into the damp night air, a ghost of the woman who had left hours ago. Her expensive white gown was wrinkled, her high heels dangling from one hand as she walked barefoot on the cold concrete. Her mascara had run down her cheeks in thick black streaks.
She pushed open the unlocked front door and moved into the gloomy living room.
Susan was sitting on the only remaining sofa, illuminated by a single floor lamp. She had been waiting anxiously for news of the proposal. When she saw her daughter’s ruined face and bare feet, her heart dropped into her stomach.
“Alycia?” Susan stood up quickly. “What happened? Where is the ring p>
Alycia didn’t speak. She walked to the coffee table and slammed the thick manila envelope down onto it, then collapsed onto the floor, buried her face in her hands, and began to sob. It was a raw, ugly sound of complete despair.
Susan snatched the envelope and pulled out the papers. Her eyes darted over the deed, the ten-million-dollar trust, and finally the Severance Agreement.
Her face contorted into a mask of pure, demonic rage.
“He dumped you?” Susan shrieked, her voice cracking. “He threw you out like garbage for ten million dollars p>
Alycia looked up, her face wet with tears. “He knows, Mom,” she choked out. “He knows I wasn’t the girl in Switzerland. He knows everything. He threatened to send us all to Rikers if we don’t leave New York by tomorrow p>
𝘙𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝘧𝗋e𝘦 ո𝘰𝘷e𝗹𝗌 𝗼ո
Susan touched her swollen cheek. The phantom sting of June’s slap still burned like fire. The humiliation of being struck in the restaurant, combined with the collapse of their billionaire fantasy, pushed Susan’s greedy, toxic mind over the edge of sanity.
She dropped the papers and grabbed Alycia by the shoulders, her fingernails digging painfully into her daughter’s bare skin.
“Stop crying!” Susan hissed, her eyes wide and manic. “We have ten million dollars! Do you hear me? We have cash p>
Her face twisted into a grotesque smile. “If we are going down, I swear to God, I am going to drag that bitch June Erickson straight to hell with us p>
Across the city, in the trendy SoHo district of Manhattan, June sat on the open-air balcony of Vera’s artistic penthouse. The cool night wind whipped her long dark hair around her face. She held a delicate crystal glass of expensive red wine, though she hadn’t taken a single sip.