The Billionaire's Substitute: Her Final Escape

Elease reached up and grabbed the massive check. Her hands didn't shake anymore.

She tore the thick paper down the middle. Then she tore it again, and again, until the check was nothing but confetti. She let the pieces fall, watching them scatter like snow over the expensive Persian rug.

The smart lock on the front door beeped.

Nolan, Brogan's personal assistant, walked in right on time, carrying a sleek leather briefcase.

Nolan stepped into the foyer and his eyes instantly locked onto the shredded paper on the floor. A flash of genuine shock broke through his usually rigid, professional expression.

Elease ignored him. She dragged a battered, black suitcase out of the master bedroom. The plastic wheels ground against the hardwood floor, making a harsh, scraping sound.

Nolan quickly recovered his composure. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a trust fund transfer agreement, stepping into the hallway to block her path.

"Mr. Walton instructed me to ensure this is finalized. This trust is enough to buy a beachfront villa in California," Nolan stated, his tone strictly business.

Elease stopped walking. She stared at the document in his hand. The sudden spike in her adrenaline made her chest tighten uncomfortably.

She took a deep breath, forcing the physical discomfort down.

She reached out and shoved the document away. The sharp edge of the paper sliced across the back of Nolan's knuckles.

Nolan frowned, his jaw tightening.

"Don't let your emotions ruin your future, Elease. Without Mr. Walton's protection, you won't survive in New York," he warned her.

Elease reached into her coat pocket. She pulled out a heavy ring of keys and the titanium Centurion Black Card.

She slammed them down onto the marble console table in the entryway.

The sharp, metallic clatter echoed off the high ceilings. That sound physically severed the last tie she had to this place.

Nolan stared at the black card. The shock in his eyes was real this time. In all his years working for Brogan, he had never seen anyone walk away from that kind of unlimited power.

Elease gripped the handle of her cheap suitcase.

"Tell Brogan I don't want anything to do with the Walton family ever again," she said, her voice completely hollow.

Nolan reached out, trying to grab her arm to stop her from making what he thought was a massive mistake.

Elease flinched, her body jerking sideways to avoid his touch. Her movements were stiff and defensive.

She bypassed him entirely and walked straight to the private elevator. With every step she took, her lungs felt heavier, as if they were filling with wet sand.

The elevator doors slid open. Elease stepped inside, turned around, and looked at Nolan, who was still standing frozen by the console table.

She pressed the close button.

The metal doors slid shut, cutting off Nolan's face.

The moment she was alone, Elease's knees buckled. She slumped against the cold metal wall of the elevator car.

The high-speed descent created a sudden drop in gravity. The sensation made her panic-induced cardiac symptoms flare up violently. She squeezed her eyes shut, panting heavily, fighting the urge to vomit.

The elevator chimed at the ground floor lobby.

The security guard looked up. He saw her dragging the old suitcase. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, but he didn't step forward to help her.

Elease pushed through the revolving glass doors.

The late autumn wind of New York, mixed with a freezing drizzle, slammed into her. The cold air rushed down her collar, making her whole body violently shiver.

She didn't open her phone to call an Uber. Every single ride-sharing app on her phone was tied to the black card she had just left on the marble table.

Elease dragged her suitcase toward the nearest subway station. Her high heels splashed into the muddy puddles on the uneven pavement.

A black Maybach sped past her on the street. The tires hit a pothole, splashing dirty, freezing water all over the hem of her wool coat.

Elease looked down at the dark stains. She didn't feel angry. She only felt a numb, exhausting sense of relief.

She reached the steep concrete stairs of the subway entrance. Lifting the suitcase drained the last bit of strength from her arms. She had to stop halfway down, leaning against the filthy tiled wall.

The deafening roar of an arriving train masked the sound of her violent coughing fit.

She pressed a white handkerchief to her mouth. When she pulled it away, there was a faint, unmistakable streak of red blood on the fabric.

Elease crumpled the handkerchief in her fist, hiding it. She swiped a standard yellow MetroCard at the turnstile and squeezed into the packed subway car.

The smell of damp clothes, sweat, and stale air hit her face. Her stomach churned. She wrapped her arms tightly around the handle of her suitcase, using it as a crutch to keep herself upright.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

The screen lit up with the name 'Brianna'. It looked like a tiny beacon of light in a pitch-black room.

Elease answered the call. She forced her vocal cords to project a bright, cheerful tone.

"Hey, Bri. I need to crash on your couch tonight," Elease said, smiling through the physical agony tearing her chest apart.