Chapter 8 - Turning the Tables of Shame
Monday morning arrived, and I unleashed the next phase of my absolute destruction.
I had Marcus file a massive civil lawsuit against my parents for the stolen trust fund.
We included punitive damages, plus twenty years of compound interest.
The total amount they owed me was enough to bankrupt them three times over.
The lawsuit became a matter of public record almost instantly.
My PR team made sure a few strategic business journalists got copies of the filing.
By noon, the story was trending on several local news sites.
"Tech CEO Sues Socialite Parents for Millions in Stolen Inheritance."
The public humiliation my mother had threatened me with at the wedding was now entirely hers.
Their country club friends began distancing themselves immediately.
No one wants to associate with people actively being investigated by the federal government.
Leo tried to bypass the restraining order by sending a messenger to my office.
The messenger carried a handwritten letter begging me to drop the lawsuit.
He claimed his bookies were closing in and he needed his family intact to survive.
I threw the letter directly into the paper shredder without finishing it.
His gambling debts were his own problem, born of his own arrogance.
Later that evening, I received a notification from my security team.
My father had shown up at my building, highly intoxicated and shouting my name.
The police were called, and he was arrested for violating the restraining order.
I watched the bodycam footage the next day, feeling absolutely zero pity.
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He looked like a broken, pathetic old man who had finally lost his grip on power.
The empire of lies they had built was crumbling down around their ears.
