My Husband Served Me Divorce Papers Hours After I Gave Birth To Triplets. He Called Our Children A Mistake, Not Knowing I Am Actually The Billionaire Heiress Funding His Company. Should I Bankrupt Him Before He Realizes Who I Really Am?

A Desperate Ploy

Humiliated, furious, and desperate, Richard walked aimlessly through the streets of New York. The meeting of two rotten souls took place in a dark corner of a cafe where Tiffany, with a cunning look, suggested that Richard stop playing the pleading victim and start playing dirty. Tiffany reminded Richard that although he had no money, he had the biological status of the father of the sole heirs of the Prescott Group. And that was a very powerful weapon in the eyes of the law.

Tiffany began to poison Richard’s mind with evil ideas, designing a strategy to attack Eleanor’s weakest point: her maternal instinct. She suggested that Richard file a lawsuit for full custody of their three children, accusing Eleanor of being a busy workaholic mother who neglected her children for her business ambitions. Tiffany said that the media would love the story of the cold billionaire mother versus the poor caring father, and that they could use public opinion to pressure Eleanor. The goal was not really to take care of the children—Richard did not even remember their full names—but to force Eleanor to pay a huge sum of money for Richard to waive his custody rights.

A few days later, the tranquility at the Prescott Group headquarters was shattered when a court messenger delivered a large brown envelope directly to Eleanor’s personal secretary. Eleanor opened the envelope at her spacious desk, and her eyes narrowed dangerously as she read the contents of the custody lawsuit filed by Richard. The document contained vile accusations stating that Eleanor had mental problems, was emotionally unstable, and that her wealthy environment would corrupt the children’s morals.

Instead of feeling fear or panic as Richard and Tiffany expected, Eleanor felt a wave of cold, deadly calm wash over her body, a sign that she had switched to total war mode. She put the document on the table, picked up a photo of her three smiling children that she kept in a silver frame, and gently caressed their small faces. Richard had made a fatal mistake by threatening her children. He had awakened the instinct of a mother tiger who would do anything to protect her cubs from a predator.

The Investigation

Eleanor called Winston and the head of her legal team through the intercom. She ordered them to cancel all meetings for the day and prepare the doomsday protocol to destroy Richard, Tiffany, and their dirty lawyer until not even dust remained. Eleanor took out her phone, called the best private detective in the country, and gave him a simple but terrifying instruction: dig their graves, find every sin, every bribe, every scandal they have ever committed. She wanted them destroyed before they set foot in the courtroom.

Meanwhile, in the dark operations room of her headquarters, a special investigation team was assembling the final pieces of the puzzle that would destroy her opponent in a single fatal strike. The head of the private detective she had hired placed a black external hard drive in front of Eleanor. The contents of that hard drive were a treasure trove of information far more damaging than a simple infidelity.

It was Richard’s criminal record carefully hidden behind his company’s double-entry bookkeeping. The investigation team had managed to infiltrate the servers of Richard’s company and found hard evidence of tax evasion over the past five years, as well as illegal cash flows used to bribe local officials.

But the ultimate weapon, the most lethal, was not Richard’s financial crimes but the video and audio recordings obtained from the luxury apartment where Richard and Tiffany lived. It turned out that the paranoid Tiffany had installed hidden cameras throughout the apartment to spy on her domestic staff, and that stupidity was now backfiring on her. The recording showed vulgar conversations between Richard and Tiffany planning in detail the extortion scenario for the children’s custody.

The Mediation Trap

Richard and his cunning lawyer pushed for a private mediation meeting before the first hearing in the hope of intimidating Eleanor into quickly signing a settlement check. Eleanor agreed to the meeting, a tactical move designed to trap them even further in the hole they had dug for themselves.

The meeting was held in the conference room of a neutral hotel where Richard arrived in a new suit bought with a loan from a loan shark, his face beaming with a false victory. Richard’s lawyer opened the conversation with an arrogant tone, placing a draft agreement on the table and demanding joint custody and an unreasonable amount of child support, or they would continue to destroy Eleanor’s reputation until the Prescott Group’s shares became trash.

Eleanor sat there with a relaxed but alert posture. She just asked intelligent questions to get them to repeat their threats in a more specific and incriminating way.

“So you would withdraw the custody claim if I transfer that amount? You don’t really want the children?” Eleanor asked in a soft deceptive voice.

Richard, intoxicated by the vision of money, replied firmly, “Of course, Eleanor. We are realists. The children need their mother and I need capital to start a new life. Give me the money and you will never see me again.”

That sentence was the perfect confession, the last nail Eleanor needed to seal Richard’s fate in court. Once she got the confession she needed, Eleanor stood up slowly, adjusted her jacket, and looked at Richard with a gaze that chilled his blood. She said neither yes nor no to his offer, just smiled slightly—the smile of a predator that has just finished playing with its food.

“We’ll see in court, Richard. Enjoy your last days as a free man.”