Broke College Kid Ties the Knot with a 71-Year-Old Millionaire, Then Gets the Shock of His Life a Week Later…

Some of us don’t have the luxury of walking away. Determined to find a way out, Mark began devising a plan. He reached out to a trusted friend from law school, Peter, under the guise of catching up.

Mark, Peter, hypothetically, if someone signed a contract under coercion or false pretenses, is there any way to avoid it? Peter, hypothetically, yes, but it depends on the evidence. Why? Are you in some kind of trouble? Mark deflected. Just a class project I’m working on.

Thanks, man. The next few days, Mark carefully searched Eleanor’s office whenever she was away, hoping to uncover something that could explain her obsession with his father. Late one night, as he rifled through her desk, he found an envelope addressed to his father.

The letter was a scathing condemnation, written by Eleanor herself. It accused Mark’s father of embezzlement, fraud and deceit that had led to the financial ruin of Eleanor’s family, and ultimately, the death of her husband. You left us with nothing.

My husband’s heart couldn’t take the stress, and he’s gone because of you. I will see to it that your family pays for what you’ve done. Mark’s stomach churned.

Eleanor’s actions weren’t just about reclaiming her fortune, they were about revenge, fueled by years of pain and anger. Returning the letter to its hiding place, Mark resolved to act. He couldn’t allow Eleanor to use him as a tool for her vendetta.

That night, he began mapping out possible escape routes from the estate, but Eleanor’s sharp instincts caught wind of his unease. The next morning, she found him in the breakfast room, her icy presence cutting through the quiet. Eleanor, you’ve been busy, haven’t you? Mark froze, his spoon halfway to his mouth.

I don’t know what you’re talking about. Eleanor smiled coldly. Don’t play coy with me, Mark.

If you think you can outsmart me, you’re sorely mistaken. I’ve dealt with far craftier opponents than you. Mark swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady.

I don’t know what you’re accusing me of, but I’m not doing anything wrong. Eleanor leaned closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. If you betray me, you’ll wish you hadn’t.

Remember that. She straightened and left the room, leaving Mark to grapple with the growing realization that escape might be more dangerous than staying. But staying meant surrendering his life to Eleanor’s twisted plans, a fate he refused to accept.

The heir in the estate felt charged as Mark paced the library, the weight of his discovery pressing heavily on his shoulders. The private investigator, he’d quietly hired, had just left, confirming the devastating truth. Eleanor’s late husband, Harold Brooks, had been swindled by Mark’s father in a fraudulent real estate deal that stripped the Brooks family of their fortune….