Chapter 7
When Nathan spoke, Victoria’s face mirrored the collective shock of our former classmates.
It suddenly dawned on them that they’d picked a fight with Manhattan royalty.
I shot them an ice–cold glare before turning to the officer. “Officer, these people have publicly assaulted me, destroyed my property, including a Basquiat worth hundreds of millions, and committed slander. I want to press full charges.”
“Got it.” the officer nodded professionally.]
He efficiently rounded up everyone involved and escorted them to the precinct.[]
Before leaving, he advised me to bring all relevant documentation–authentication papers, purchase records from Sotheby’s, and my medical report from the ER. He assured me everything would be properly documented
tion.[] After getting treated at NewYork–Presbyterian and collecting the necessary paperwork, I headed to the police station.
Inside, my once–arrogant classmates looked like hedge fund managers after a market crash.
Their earlier fawning over Victoria came from believing in Nathan’s position as CEO of Global Prime Industries.]
They’d assumed Victoria was about to become a power player’s wife, which made them desperate to network with her.[]
Now they realized the quiet girl they’d dismissed was actually Upper East Side aristocracy.]
The tables had turned, and they looked as comfortable as tourists in a five star restaurant, completely out of their elemen
Their glares at Victoria could’ve cut through diamonds.
She stood there shell–shocked, having just had her perfect world shattered.[]
Not only was she facing astronomical damages, but the irony was devastating.
Victoria had spent the day ranting about homewreckers, only to discover she was the other woman.]
Her dream Plaza wedding had become a Page Six scandal, with her as the punchline.]
The reality was crushing her designer–clad shoulders.
As the officers reviewed my documentation, they calculated the total damages caused by Victoria and her mob at $790 million.
The room filled with gasps as everyone turned pale.
“That’s impossible! Even if she’s not a mistress, nobody’s that loaded!“]]
“Officer, she’s scamming you!“]
“We went to Dalton together; she was totally basic back then. No way she’s that rich!”
“You should investigate where that money came from. Could be laundered!”
“Yeah, It must be some kind of fraud?”]
The classmates were still in denial, desperately reaching.
Their protests echoed through the precinct, but the officer just scoffed
“We’ve done our due diligence, She’s the daughter of one of Manhattan’s most powerful billionaires. Her wealth is beyond your comprehension. Her choosing to stay low–key doesn’t give you the right to assault herr
His words left them speechless.
The officer continued, “The damages you’ve caused are enough for serious prison time. Instead of questioning her background, you should be figuring out how to make restitution. She’s made it clear she wants full prosecution.”
For everyone present, $790 million might as well have been a billion]
Knowing they couldn’t afford it, they switched to playing victim.]
Some classmates tried standing their ground, addressing me indignantly.
“We were all at Dalton together. You’re already loaded; why come after us? It’s just a misunderstanding! After all these years, do you really need to destroy our lives?”
“It’s just a Bentley and some art, right? You’re a billionaire’s daughter, don’t be petty. Are you really going to sweat a few million?”
“Come on! Your injuries aren’t even that serious. Just drop it already!”
They continued, each argument more entitled than the last, as if $790 million was just another shopping spree at Bergdorf’s
Or maybe they thought since I had family money and wasn’t dead, I should just be their sacrificial lamb and eat the loss. without complaint.]
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, my voice dripping with contempt. “So now that you know we’re old classmates, everything’s fine?
“Did you think about that when you were assaulting me?
“You were all so brave destroying my property. Now you want me to let it go? Really?
“What’s wrong? Bold enough to vandalize but too weak to face consequences?”
Throughout high school at Dalton, I’d always kept to myself, focused on academics.[]
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1 never caused drama.
But Victoria constantly targeted me, accusing me of being stuck–up and antisocial, claiming I thought I was too good for everyone.Л]
She’d rally her trust fund army to torment me, making my high school experience a nightmare.
Back then, I’d just kept quiet and avoided confrontation, hoping they’d eventually grow up.
Ironically, my passive approach only made them holder.
Now, they’d tried to physically break me, ready to crush me into submission.
If I didn’t teach them a lesson now, they’d just keep bullying anyone they saw as beneath them.
