They Laughed at the Wife in the Old Beige Dress. Then She Made One Phone Call That Turned Their Empire Into Ashes.

Sebastian sat at the head of the table in his black suit, one hand wrapped around a glass of wine, the other resting far too comfortably on Natasha’s waist. Natasha leaned into him as if she belonged there, her red dress shining like a warning sign.
Patricia, Sebastian’s mother, studied Jasmine from across the table and gave a small, cruel laugh.
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