At the Gala, My Step-Grandma’s Fake Belly Fell Off — Then Grandpa Made Her Beg — Part 2

Previously: At the Monte Carlo gala, my step-grandmother humiliated me in front of everyone. But when I whispered the truth about her baby bump to Grandpa, the chandelier lights exposed a lie that shattered her world.

The Security Footage That Made Miranda's Blood Run Cold

I didn't sleep that night. My room in Grandpa's Monaco penthouse overlooked the harbor, but all I could see was Miranda's face when the foam belly hit the floor.

I kept replaying her whispered words to Julian as they were dragged away: "This isn't over. I have insurance."

At the Gala, My Step-Grandma’s Fake Belly Fell Off — Then Grandpa Made Her Beg

At dawn, Grandpa's lawyer, Henri Beaumont, arrived with a tablet. His face was grim. "Lorenzo, you need to see this."

We gathered in the study — Grandpa, Henri, and me, sitting on the leather couch with a glass of milk in my hands.

The screen flickered to life, showing gala security footage from a hidden camera in the rotunda's ceiling.

The timestamp read 21:47 — just minutes before Miranda's humiliation.

But this wasn't the main ballroom. It was a private antechamber, draped in red velvet.

And there was Miranda, her belly gone, standing next to a man I didn't recognize — a slick-haired lawyer with a reptilian smile.

"Everything is in place," Miranda said on the recording, her voice cold and businesslike.

"Once the old man signs the revised will at midnight, I control the trust. The brat gets nothing."

The lawyer nodded. "And the pregnancy?"