Chapter 4 - The Puppet Master Exposed
Within forty-eight hours, the illusion of Brandon and Sienna’s empire crumbled.
Tasha didn't waste time on tears. She moved into a high-security penthouse downtown, bringing Maya and Leo home from the hospital as soon as the doctors cleared them. She hired a team of elite former military security officers to guard her children around the clock, while Marcus Vance launched a full-scale forensic audit of Coleman Logistics.
The results were astonishing. Sienna hadn't just been Brandon’s mistress; she was an operative hired eighteen months prior by a rival logistics conglomerate to infiltrate Tasha’s company. She had seduced Brandon, systematically isolating him from Tasha, feeding his insecurities, and convincing him that Tasha was planning to divorce him and leave him penniless.
Brandon had been the useful idiot. Sienna was the architect.
Desperate and facing total financial ruin, Brandon showed up at Tasha’s security checkpoint at her new building late on a rainy Tuesday evening. He looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot, his designer suit wrinkled and stained.
Tasha agreed to let him up to the lobby—not into her home, but into a private glass conference room under the eyes of her guards.
"Tasha, please," Brandon wept, dropping to his knees the second she walked into the room. "I was out of my mind! She poisoned my head! She told me you were cheating on me, that the babies weren't even mine! She gave me pills, Tasha... I was confused, I was terrified!"
Tasha stood over him, her expression carved from granite.
"You sat in a chair thirty feet from where your children were being cut out of my breathless body, Brandon," she said softly. "You held her hand while she laughed at my flatline. You don't get to blame pills for a rotten soul."
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"I’ll give you everything!" Brandon sobbed, clutching at the hem of her trousers. "The house, my shares, the cars! Just don't let them send me to prison! I didn't know she forged the DNR! I swear to God I didn't know!"
"You'll give me everything because I am taking everything," Tasha said smoothly, stepping out of his reach. "Marcus has already filed the asset forfeiture paperwork. As for prison... that’s not up to me. That’s up to the grand jury."
