Ramsey was still clutching his phone, the shock of the bank manager’s words ringing in his ears. “Mr. Wendel, as I said, we cannot approve your loan without the legal consent of Mrs. Mandy Mendez. That's the only way for this to be possible.”"What the fuck!" Ramsey yelled, The line went dead. Ramsey was standing there in stunned silence. Bella watched as his face twisted with frustration and helplessness. “What now, Ramsey?” Bella asked, already confused. But Ramsey didn’t respond. He was lost in his own thoughts, trapped in the reality that everything was slipping out of his control. "Ramsey!" she beckoned."Bella, you psychopath sister has tempered with my financial leverage." He barked. "My bank manager said I cannot have access to any loan offer without Mandy's permission." His voice was full of resentment as he spelled out her name."Holy shit! what has Mandy done this time? How did she even do this?!" Bella was confused.Ramsey and Bella sat down devastated starring at
Mandy walked into the lavish living room of the Norton's mansion, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Dwight was seated on the sofa, papers scattered around him. He looked up as she entered, his face a mix of frustration and concern. “Mandy,” Dwight began, his tone serious, “we need to talk. I just got off the phone with our financial advisor. Why did you buy Wells Fargo using the Mendez name?” Mandy rolled her eyes, tossing her handbag onto the couch. “I did it because I could, Dwight. It’s just another piece of leverage we need to stay on top.” Dwight’s brows furrowed, and he stood, walking over to her. “You can’t just take power into your hands like this, Mandy. You need to consult me first. We’re supposed to be a team.” But Mandy scoffed, brushing him off. “Consult you? I don’t have time to sit around and wait for your approval, Dwight. This is business, and I’m doing what needs to be done.” Dwight’s patience was wearing thin. “This isn’t just about busi
Bella, sitting in her apartment, dialed Dwight’s number with a frown, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for him to pick up. “Bella, she’s gone completely off the rails,” Dwight said, his frustration evident. “Mandy left the house in a hurry after a phone call. I’m convinced whatever she’s after has to do with her revenge plan. I am sorry I can't seem to stop her from doing what she wants to.” Before Bella could respond, she heard a loud knock on her door. Her heart skipped—She wasn't expecting anybody! She opened it to find Mandy standing there, her eyes wide and intense. She looked as if she had just stepped out of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. “Mandy?” Bella asked, trying to sound calm despite her anxiety. Mandy pushed past Bella and walked into the living room with a determined stride. “Baby Bee. Remember when we used to play in the backyard? Mom and Dad used to cheer us on from the porch. Those were the days, huh?” Bella freezed. Hearing the words 'baby be
Mandy stepped out of Ramsey’s Casino, the glimmering lights reflecting off her cool expression. She had no business lingering there, no reason to stay and entertain the gnawing feeling that had crept up on her. Shaking her head, Mandy shoved those thoughts away. She had better things to do rather than ponder on what ever was going on in that casino. Full of wrath and determination, she decided to deal with Ramsey. She hopped into her car and sped off to meet Davis. Davis was at his usual drinking spot. He sat in the corner, casually sipping a beer, looking as calm and composed as ever. Mandy slid into the booth across from him, her eyes sparkling with a vengeful fire. "I need something done." Davis raised an eyebrow, taking another leisurely sip before responding. "Mandy, you’re starting to scare me with all these mischievous looks and tone of yours. What do you need this time?" "Ramsey," she said bluntly. "I want him waylaid. Rough him up a bit. Let him feel what it mea
Mandy picked up her phone and reached out for her ally—Davis. He was the only one person that could help her get answers. She dialed his number and Davis answered on the first ring, his voice casual as always. “What’s up, Mandy? Got more trouble for me?” “I need you to find out how Ramsey was able to fund his casino. Find out every detail,” Mandy said without hesitation. “I’ve got a feeling his father is involved, but I need proof.” Davis chuckled lightly. “Ah, you want me to snoop around a bit. Got it. Consider it done.” *** That evening, Davis strolled into Ramsey’s Casino, blending in with the crowd. He looked like just another customer, dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, with a casual swagger that didn’t draw any unwanted attention. He moved smoothly through the throngs of gamblers, playing a few rounds at the blackjack table before heading toward the restroom, making sure no one was watching. Once inside, Davis leaned against the wall, pretending to be on his p
Bella sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone when her ringtone blared, startling her. She glanced at the screen and saw it was the bank. Her heart raced, and she picked up hesitantly. “Hello, Miss Norton,” the bank manager’s voice was firm. “This is Mr. Carlton, your bank manager. I’m calling regarding the loan on Ramsey’s mansion.” Bella’s throat tightened. She had been dreading this call. “Yes, Mr. Carlton. What’s going on?” “I’m afraid the bank is moving forward with claiming the property. You and Mr. Wendel have three days to vacate,” he said, leaving no room for negotiation. Bella’s stomach dropped. “Three days? That’s impossible! Our loan is not due yet. What is going on?” Mr. Carlton cut her off. “The deadline has been reconsidered mam'. There’s no more time, Miss Norton. If the payment isn’t made in three days, we’ll have no choice but to repossess the property.” “Please, Mr. Carlton, we’re doing everything we can,” Bella pleaded, her voice cracking with des
Ramsey paced back and forth in the dimly lit casino office. Bella sat on the edge of the desk, her arms crossed, looking just as frustrated. "We can't keep letting Mandy run all over us," Ramsey muttered, running a hand through his hair. "She's ruining everything. We need to strike back, hit her where it hurts." Bella agreed, her eyes filled with determination. “I’m sick of her playing God with our lives. We need to find a way to make her pay.” Just then, Bella’s phone rang, interrupting their conversation. She glanced at the screen and saw it was the caretaker of her apartment building. Dread filled her chest as she answered. “Hello?” The caretaker’s voice was gruff. “Miss Norton, I’m calling to let you know you need to vacate your apartment immediately. We will refund your remaining two months' rent.” Bella’s jaw dropped. “What? You can’t just throw us out! We have a lease—” “The lease doesn’t matter,” the caretaker cut in. “You have until the end of today to clear out
Mandy stepped out of the hospital, her mind still reeling on Dwight's last statement— While Dwight stayed back and continue his pointless chatter with the doctors. Mandy felt She had better things to do than waste her time with a man whose only talent seemed to be talking her out of her goals. She hailed a cab, sinking into the back seat as the city lights blurred past. As much as Dwight’s absence stung a little—given he was her supposed husband—the urge to strike back against Ramsey and his entire family was far stronger. Her phone buzzed, and she immediately dialed Davis, her one and only partner in crime. His voice came through, steady and reliable as always. “Davis, I need you to dig up everything you can on Ramsey’s father,” Mandy said, keeping her voice low. “I want to know who he is, what he does, and if there’s anything buried that can help us.” “Understood, Mandy,” Davis replied. “I’ll get right on it.” Davis wasted no time. He immediately set his spies on the cas