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

Harold’s death from a heart attack soon after was the final blow, leaving Eleanor embittered and determined to exact revenge. Eleanor’s proposal to marry Mark had been more than a calculated plan to settle scores. It was a way to make his family suffer, even from beyond the grave.

Mark clenched his fists, anger coursing through him. How could she blame him for his father’s sins? But as much as he resented Eleanor’s actions, he couldn’t deny the pain that had driven her. That evening, Mark met his law school friend, Peter, in secret.

With Peter’s help, he compiled the evidence he had collected from Eleanor’s office and the investigator’s findings. Among the documents, they discovered Eleanor’s involvement in current business dealings that bordered on illegal, shady partnerships and falsified reports designed to rebuild her empire at any cost. Peter, Mark, this is enough to take her down, but you need to be careful.

If she realizes you’re onto her, there’s no telling what she might do. Mark nodded grimly. She’s already done enough damage.

It’s time to end this. The next morning, Mark waited in the grand sitting room, the evidence tucked securely in his bag. When Eleanor finally entered, her icy composure intact, he stood to face her.

Mark, we need to talk. Eleanor raised an eyebrow, her tone clipped. Is that so? What could possibly be so urgent? Mark’s voice was firm as he pulled out the documents.

I know everything. About my father, about Harold, about what you’ve been doing to rebuild your fortune. For the first time, Eleanor’s calm exterior faltered.

Her eyes flicked to the papers in Mark’s hand. Eleanor, you’ve been snooping again, haven’t you? Do you even understand what your father did to my family? Mark stepped closer, his voice rising. I understand that he wronged you, but what about the people you’ve hurt along the way? What about me? I didn’t do anything to deserve this.

Eleanor’s jaw tightened, and my family deserved to lose everything. My husband deserved to die of stress and heartbreak, while your father lived comfortably. Don’t talk to me about fairness, Mark.

Mark’s hands shook as he held up the evidence. Revenge won’t bring him back, Eleanor, and it won’t undo what happened. You’ve spent your life consumed by this, hurting innocent people, ruining lives.

When does it end? Eleanor’s shoulders sagged slightly, and for a fleeting moment, Mark thought he saw something close to regret in her eyes. Eleanor, softly, you remind me of him, you know? Harold, that same fire, that same stubbornness. I didn’t expect to feel anything for you, Mark, but here we are.

Mark hesitated, caught off guard by her admission. If you really feel that way, then stop this. Let it go before it’s too late.

But before Eleanor could respond, the sound of car tires crunching on gravel echoed through the estate. Moments later, uniformed police officers entered the room, followed by Peter. Officer, Eleanor Brooks, we have a warrant for your arrest.

You’re being charged with multiple counts of fraud and conspiracy. Eleanor’s face hardened as she looked from the officers to Mark. Eleanor, you called them.

Mark met her gaze, his voice steady. You left me no choice. As the officers led Eleanor away, she turned back to Mark one last time….