Lucas greeted them briefly, scanning the room.
“Where’s Mom?” he asked.
Vanessa barely glanced at him. “Somewhere around.”
The answer didn’t sit right.
So he walked past them, toward the back of the house, his unease growing with every step.
And then he saw it.
Teresa.
Sitting on the cold ground near the dog enclosure.
She looked smaller than he remembered, wrapped in an old sweater that didn’t belong in that house—or in that life. Her shoulders were hunched, her hands trembling as she tried to eat from a cheap plastic plate filled with scraps.
She was crying.
Softly. Quietly. As if she had learned to do it without making a sound.
Standing over her was Vanessa.
Perfect posture. Perfect clothes.
A perfect cruelty.
“Hurry up and eat,” Vanessa snapped, her voice sharp with disgust. “I told you not to come inside when I have guests. You smell like cheap food and detergent. It’s embarrassing.”
Two women stood behind the glass door, watching and whispering.
Teresa lowered her head.
“I’m sorry…” she murmured. “I was just hungry… I haven’t eaten since yesterday…”
Vanessa sighed dramatically.
“Then maybe next time you’ll follow the rules,” she said coldly. “Tonight, you can sleep outside with the dogs.”
And then—
she poured her drink over Teresa’s head.
Lucas froze.
The box slipped from his hands, hitting the ground as the pastries scattered across the stone.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
His voice tore through the air.
Vanessa spun around, her face draining of color when she saw him.
“Lucas?! You’re back early—I can explain—”
He didn’t listen.
He walked straight past her, his expression unreadable but terrifying. He didn’t raise his hand—he didn’t need to. His presence alone was enough to make her step back, stumbling.
Her friends disappeared within seconds.
Lucas dropped to his knees beside Teresa, wrapping his coat around her shaking body.
“Mom…” his voice broke. “I’m so sorry.”
She looked at him, her eyes still gentle despite everything.
“Don’t be upset,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to cause trouble…”
That hurt more than anything else.
As he held her, he noticed something clenched in her hand—a piece of paper.
He unfolded it.
And everything inside him went cold.
It was a legal document.
A transfer of ownership.
The mansion—signed over to Vanessa.
His grip tightened.
“So this was the plan,” he said quietly, turning toward his wife.
Vanessa panicked.
“It’s not what you think! My father suggested it—he said it was risky to have everything in her name—”
“You humiliated her. Starved her. And tried to steal from her.”
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
He took out his phone.
“Security. Now.”
Minutes later, guards surrounded the area.
Vanessa’s confidence shattered.
“You can’t do this! My family will destroy you!”
Lucas smiled faintly.
“Try.”
Silence.
“Tell your father I’m pulling every investment I have in his projects. And I’ll make sure every dirty secret he has goes public.”
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