The real drama had just begun.
“This is all your fault!” Aniya shrieked, hitting his chest. “You said you were rich. You said you were great. Turns out you’re just a scammer!”
He, who had already lost everything, unloaded his remaining anger on the only target left.
“My fault? Your fault! Who asked for Birkin bags every week? Who asked for vacations in Turks? You made me spend, parasite. Parasite!”
Aniya’s jaw dropped. Their fight was so loud it became a public spectacle. They didn’t realize that across the street, someone was recording with their phone.
“I didn’t sign up for this!” Aniya shrieked. “I’m done.”
She dragged her suitcase, trying to hail a cab.
“Where are you going? You won’t survive without me,” he mocked.
“You’ll see.”
Aniya went to a luxury hotel, trying to book a room with the unlimited credit card he’d given her.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Declined,” the receptionist said coldly.
She tried another card. Declined. All declined.
Either he had blocked everything, or the bank had.
Aniya panicked. She called her high-society friends.
“Girl, I have a problem. Can you lend me—”
The phone cut off.
She called another.
“Hello, I have bad signal—”
Phone turned off.
She didn’t know. Zelica, through her new network, didn’t need to do anything. Seek just had to leak Quacy’s audit report to a few key people.
The news that he was a scammer—and that Aniya, the side chick, was linked to a bankrupt scammer—spread through all the group chats of Atlanta’s elite. She was toxic. No one wanted to associate with her.
That night, the recording of her fight with him in front of the building went viral on local gossip blogs. Her beautiful face was now associated with bankruptcy and cheap drama. Her modeling career was finished. The doors of the high-class world closed.
Aniya, who once felt on top of the world, now had to sell her authentic bags—and some fakes she just discovered he’d given her—one by one just to survive, back to the obscurity she hated so much.
Two weeks after the seizure, Zelica sat with Seek in the meeting room of her mansion. The mahogany table was now full of blueprints.
“All assets of Quacy Constructions, Inc. have been liquidated,” Seek informed. “His office, his equipment, and the penthouse. Everything is enough to cover the debt of $500,000 plus interest and legal costs.”
