Framed

Blair listened to Derek give his absurd ultimatums, hardly able to believe that this was happening to her of all people.

How could it be that a bastard boy, whom she had pitied and let live under her roof all these years, now had the unmitigated gall to dictate how she and her daughter, who were the rightful heirs of her husband’s wealth were going to benefit from that wealth.

“You must be joking,” Blair told Derek in fury.

“I wish I was, mother, but the fact is that I'm not. I will not sit by and watch you both squander everything that Dad spent his lifetime building in a matter of a few years. Since Amanda has refused to be reasonable and you cannot say no to her whims and caprices, then we will have to do things the hard way.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that? I don’t care about any of the big grammar you’re using. I want money and you're going to give it to me. That's what Dad used to do.” Amanda told Derek.

“Well, in case you failed to notice, Dad is no longer here. I’m in cha