He had no idea that at 9:15 a.m., Arthur Pendelton signed the digital deed. At 9:45 a.m., my phone buzzed with a bank notification: +$10,000,000.00 successfully deposited.
The house was no longer mine. And it certainly wasn’t Ryan’s.
At 10:00 a.m., I hired a private security team and a heavy-duty moving crew. I gave them very specific instructions.
The Knock on the Door
At 11:15 a.m., Vanessa was lounging by the infinity pool, sipping a green smoothie and scrolling through Instagram, likely planning how to spend Ryan’s next bonus.
Suddenly, the heavy iron gates of the estate buzzed open. A massive flatbed truck, two moving vans, and three black SUVs pulled into the driveway—the same driveway I had paid to pave.
Vanessa marched to the front door, infuriated by the disruption. She threw it open, ready to scream at the workers. Instead, she was met by two burly security guards and a man in a sharp suit holding a clipboard.
