Chapter 3: The Eviction of Kings
Thirty minutes later, my phone buzzed.
“Miss Vance,” Douglas reported. “The hotel management presented Mr. Lawson with the bill for twenty-five thousand dollars. All his credit cards were declined. He is currently being held by hotel security. Furthermore, our chief attorney, Mr. Bradley, is waiting for you in the lobby.”
“Excellent. Let Garrett deal with the hotel first.”
I walked down to the lobby and met Mr. Bradley, an experienced legal expert in a sharp suit.
“Miss Vance,” he greeted me politely. “The prenuptial agreement you signed three years ago is completely clear. Given the documented harm to your mother, we have activated the fault clause. Mr. Lawson forfeits all financial claims, and all property bought with your capital can be reclaimed immediately.”
“Good,” I replied. “Let’s begin taking back what is mine.”
I drove my modest car up the long driveway of the luxury estate in San Mateo. This massive mansion was Garrett’s biggest pride. He constantly bragged to his friends about owning this property.
When I reached the front doors, the electronic lock flashed red. Access Denied. They had managed to leave the hotel, likely by signing an emergency payment agreement, and had rushed here to change the lock codes.
I did not bother knocking. I pulled out my phone and made a quick call to an industrial locksmith service to come unlock the main entrance.
I made a second call to Douglas. “I need three large moving trucks and a crew sent to my house immediately. I want this entire estate emptied today.”
Fifteen minutes later, the quiet street was filled with trucks and workers. The locksmith arrived and quickly cut through the heavy door lock.
The front door was yanked open from the inside. Victoria stood there, her face red, staring at the workers in her driveway.
“What is going on here?” she screamed loudly. “Are you robbing us? This house belongs to my son!”
Before she could react, two workers stepped forward and firmly guided her out onto the front lawn. She shouted angrily as they set her down safely outside.
Garrett ran out, his face pale with panic. “Evelyn! This is illegal entry! I am calling the police!”
I took a thick legal document from my bag and handed it directly to him.
“Read this,” I said firmly. “That is the addendum to our agreement. It explicitly states this estate was purchased through a trust that I solely control. You are only a temporary resident. And your time here is up.”
Garrett’s hands shook as he looked through the pages. The bold text clearly listed Evelyn Vance as the sole owner.
“Clear the house,” I instructed the crew lead.
The workers walked past Garrett into the house. Within minutes, the expensive furniture Victoria boasted about was carried out to the trucks. Electronics, luxury items, and designer clothes were packed away rapidly.
Mindy came running out of the house, complaining loudly as workers loaded boxes of luxury goods onto the transport vehicles. “You can’t take those! Those belong to us!”
Garrett sat down on the driveway pavement, looking completely defeated. The neighbors were beginning to gather on their lawns, watching the scene unfold.
I walked over to a chair resting on the grass, sat down calmly, and opened a financial ledger.
“Let’s review the expenses publicly,” I said clearly so the surrounding neighbors could hear. “Victoria Lawson. Luxury coats, private medical treatments, and vanity care totaling thousands of dollars. All paid for by my accounts.”
Victoria stopped shouting, looking stunned.
“Mindy Lawson. Dozens of designer handbags and a brand-new luxury compact car. Funded entirely by my funds.”
Mindy backed away nervously, trying to avoid the stares of the neighbors.
“And Garrett,” I stood up and looked down at him. “Custom suits, luxury watches, and high-end accessories. You spent three years acting like a wealthy executive, when you were living entirely off my money.”
The gathered neighbors whispered among themselves in surprise upon learning the truth.
Garrett looked up at me with tired eyes. “Evelyn… please stop this.”
“I am simply taking back my property,” I replied softly. “Take off the designer suit.”
“What?”
“The suit, the shoes, the watch. I paid for all of it. You leave with only what you personally earned.”
Garrett hesitated, looking at the large movers standing nearby. Realizing he had no choice, he slowly took off his jacket and set it down. He unbuckled the watch and removed his shoes.
Standing on the driveway without his expensive outfit, Garrett looked completely stripped of his former confidence.
“Leave my property now,” I told them quietly.
I turned around and walked back into the house. As I walked upstairs to check my personal office space, I noticed the door to the master room was open. My personal lockbox had been pried open, and the jewelry inside was missing.
I looked out the second-story window and saw Mindy running down the back pathway carrying a large bag.
I immediately picked up my phone to report the incident.
