CHAPTER 10: No Mercy
“Does this feel familiar?” I asked coldly.
She froze.
“Three years ago, you knelt just like this. Begging for tuition. Thanking me every holiday.”
“I thought you were grateful. Turns out, people who throw away their dignity have no boundaries.”
“You’re dangerous.”
“Three years ago, you took everything. Not this time.”
“Your knees are worth less than dirt. Your groveling means nothing.”
The hope died in her eyes.
Desperately, she turned to Jett. “Mr. Steele, I’m younger than her! I’ll do anything you want!”
“Please, give me a chance!”
Jett rolled up the window.
We left them there–Raven standing like a zombie, Senna bleeding on her knees. One month later, Morrison Tech collapsed.
Faster than anyone predicted, because every executive from the airport wanted revenge. They’d lost fortunes because of Raven’s ego. They made sure he lost everything.
Bankruptcy. Massive debt. Credit destroyed.
Senna congratulated herself on dodging that bullet–until she realized her reputation was also trash.
Some idiot posted the hospital video online. The internet detectives exposed everything: the poisoning, the fake suicide, the dead baby.
She tried to monetize her infamy with streaming.
The platform banned her in ten minutes.
Contract violations meant more debt.
Months later, I was pregnant again.
At the hospital for a checkup, we saw them.
1/2
Raven and Senna. Digging through garbage.
The hate in their eyes when they recognized me–if looks could kill.
But Jett’s security made them scurry away like rats.
“How are they reduced to this?” I wondered.
“No one will hire them. No one will buy from them. Trash picking is all they have left.”
Two years later, the news reported two bodies in Central Park.
Homeless couple. Food poisoning.
Identified as Senna Winters and Raven Morrison.
I barely noticed. My toddler was tugging at my dress.
Not even three, but already talking.
“Mama! Mama! Hurry! Daddy’s plane!”
“Coming, baby. If we’re late, you’re taking the blame, deal?”
THE END
