I moved to The Ridgewood Estates looking for stability. For the white picket fence dream. You buy a home, you pay your dues, you expect peace. What I got instead was a contract with the devil. A contract overseen by one man: Victor Thorne. Victor wasn't a CEO or a politician. He was just an HOA President, but in this manicured 100-home kingdom, his power was absolute. He ruled with an iron fist...
