Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

The car pulled up to the Foley estate. It was a sprawling gothic mansion that loomed against the grey sky.

Blake exited before the driver could open the door.

She marched through the double doors.

In the drawing room, her father, Fulton, and his wife, Connie, were having tea.

"You disgrace!" Fulton bellowed, standing up. His napkin fell to the floor.

Connie looked at her with faux pity. "Oh, poor dear. Having an episode?"

They were trying to frame her escape as a mental breakdown. Standard procedure.

Blake ignored them. She walked to the head of the table and sat in Fulton's chair.

She poured herself a cup of tea from the silver service.

"This tea is cold," she said.

She tipped the cup. The brown liquid poured onto the Persian rug.

Connie gasped. "That's a silk rug!"

"And I'm a human being, not a broodmare," Blake replied.

Fulton slammed his hand on the table. The china rattled.

"You go back to Hardin now! He is threatening to pull the merger!"

"Let him," Blake said calmly.

"I'm here for my mother's trust fund."

Silence descended on the room. Heavy and suffocating.

Fulton turned red. "That money is managed by the family."

"Managed? Or embezzled?" Blake asked sharply.

"I want full access. Today."

"Or what?" Connie sneered. "You have no power."

Blake pulled a folded paper from her coat pocket. It was a printout of a bank routing number she had recalled from memory.

"This routes to the Caymans, doesn't it, Father?"

Fulton's eyes bulged. "How did you..."

"I have the ledger," Blake lied smoothly.

"I know about the tax evasion on the import business."

Connie looked at Fulton nervously. Her hand went to her pearls.

"You wouldn't dare," Fulton hissed.

Blake leaned forward. Her eyes were dark.

"Try me. I have nothing left to lose."