Chapter 9: The Final Eviction
The grand gates of the LeChance family estate in Long Island were unchained at 8:00 a.m. the following morning.
A moving truck sat parked on the manicured front lawn, right beside my mother’s cracked stone flower pots.
Catherine stood on the terrace in her designer robe, her fingers trembling violently as she held a cup of bitter coffee.
Two federal marshals were actively placing official government seizure stickers across the high glass entrance doors.
"You are throwing your own mother onto the street, Lorie!" Catherine shrieked, her high-society mask entirely gone.
"This house is a monument to our family's social standing! You cannot unilaterally dissolve my residency!"
"This house was bought with the capital you siphoned from my private trust, Catherine," I said, walking up the steps.
I wore an immaculate black trench coat, my posture perfectly aligned, my mind entirely free of any familial pity.
I handed her the final administrative eviction notice, the paper crisp and unyielding under the morning sun.
"The furniture, the land, and the nameplate belong entirely to the restricted fund managed by my office," I added.
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She looked at me, her eyes filling with a sudden, desperate panic as she realized her social empire was dead.
The moving crew began carrying out her designer wardrobes, packing her pretense into the back of a common truck.
