On the Day of My Marriage to a Rich Man, My Mother-in-Law Tried to Ruin My Wedding—So I Flipped the Table and Froze Everyone in Horror… Then I Revealed the Truth She Had Been Hiding

I picked up my phone once more. "Arthur."

"I'm here, ma'am."

"Dispatch the private security team assigned to the estate gates. Have them escort Mrs. Eleanor Pierce, Mrs. Tammy Pierce, and Mr. Paul Pierce off the premises. Instruct gate security that their clearance codes are permanently revoked."

"Understood, Miss Montgomery. Security will arrive at the main foyer in two minutes."

"Wait," Eleanor sobbed, pushing herself up from the floor, her clothes stained red and brown, her hair disheveled. "Anna, please... where am I supposed to go? The Oak Ridge house... do I have to leave?"

"The Oak Ridge estate is currently undergoing an immediate asset evaluation," I replied smoothly. "Since you broke the terms of the private occupancy agreement by engaging in hostile behavior toward the property owner, your lease is terminated. You have forty-eight hours to pack your personal clothing and vacate."

Eleanor let out a sharp, choked gasp, staggering backward into Aunt Tammy. "Forty-eight hours?! I've lived in that house for thirty years!"

"And for thirty years, you lived on credit and arrogance," I said, stepping closer until I was looking down into her pale, wet face. "You thought you could look down on me because you assumed I didn't have money. You thought wealth gave you the right to humiliate people, to crush their dignity, to make them bow to your pathetic little 'rules.'"

I pointed at the ruined table on the floor.

"I didn't flip that table because I lost my temper, Eleanor," I whispered, every word cut like diamond. "I flipped it to show you how fragile your world really is. One push from me, and everything you built your pride on crashes to the dirt."

Heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the foyer. Four tall, broad-shouldered security guards in dark suits entered the room, led by the chief of estate security, a stern man named Vance.

"Miss Montgomery," Vance said, bowing his head respectfully toward me. "We received the order."

"Take them out, Vance," I said calmly. "If any of them refuse to walk, assist them."

"No! Don't touch me!" Aunt Tammy shrieked as a guard took her gently but firmly by the elbow, guiding her toward the entrance. "Ethan! Do something! Help your family!"

Ethan turned his back on them, walking over to the window and staring out at the gardens, refusing to offer a single word of comfort.

Paul didn't fight. He practically sprinted out the front door, terrified of facing any legal retaliation from Montgomery Global.

Eleanor was supported by two guards as she stumbled toward the foyer, weeping hysterically, her designer shoes covered in gravy, her pride entirely incinerated. As she reached the front door, she turned her tear-streaked face back to look at me one last time.

"Why...?" she sobbed, her voice hollow and broken. "If you had all this power... why didn't you just tell me from the beginning?"

I looked at her, my posture straight, my expression unreadable.