He Stole My $50 Million Lottery Chapter 2

“Ava, how can you say that about Mia? She was just trying to help. Have you been under a lot of stress lately?” He sighed, putting on a mask of deep, wounded affection. “I know we’re about to get married, and your family’s situation has always made you feel… insecure. Coming into this much money so suddenly, it’s normal to feel overwhelmed. Trust me, I would never hurt you.”

In a few short sentences, he painted me as a mentally unstable woman, warped by insecurity, while positioning himself as the virtuous, long-suffering partner.

The way people looked at me shifted instantly, from sympathy to suspicion and disdain.

A masterclass in manipulation.

I didn’t argue. I simply turned back to Mia. “Since the manager can’t provide the required documentation, I demand you process my deposit immediately. If you refuse, I will call the Banking Commission right now and file a formal complaint against this branch for unlawfully refusing a customer’s deposit.”

I took out my phone.

Wayne’s pupils contracted.

The one thing he couldn’t afford was for this to escalate. If I went to corporate, or worse, to the regulators, his entire scheme would crumble.

“Don’t!” The word escaped his lips before he could stop it. He quickly composed himself. “Ava, let’s not be hasty.”

He walked to the counter and whispered something to Mia. Though her face was a mask of resentment, she nodded.

Wayne turned back to me, his perfect smile back in place. “Alright, Ava. Since you insist, we’ll deposit the money first. But the verification process will still have to proceed. I hope you understand.”

“Of course,” I said, nodding.

I knew he was just buying time. He would let me deposit the money, then use his managerial access to manipulate the system from the backend, transferring the funds out silently.

Just like last time.

Mia began the transaction, her fingers striking the keyboard with resentful force. When the deposit slip printed, she stamped it violently and shoved it at me.

I picked it up, carefully checked the details, and then placed it securely in my purse.

“Thank you,” I said to her, flashing a brilliant, satisfied smile.

The expressions on both her and Wayne’s faces froze again.

Ignoring them, I turned and walked out of the bank.

The sunlight was blinding, but I felt a profound sense of release.

I hailed a cab and went straight to the State Lottery Commission.

Wayne. Mia. Did you think the game was just beginning?

No. The moment you decided to cross me, the game was already over.