CHAPTER028 CHAPTER 028 ADRIANSPOV Martha:BTCwallet?Whythat?Dontyouhaveacompanyaccountorapersonalaccount? Sam:Ido,butIfeelitssaferthisway.Transferringallthosefunds…asmallmistake,anditsallgone.
Martha:Hmmm,alrightthen.Ifyoufeelthatway,sendtheaddress.
IclenchedmyjawasIreadthemessagesoverandover again.Shehadtrustedhim.Shehadbelievedinhiswords,justlikeahundredotherbusinesspartnersshehadworkedwithovertheyears.Butthis time,shehadmadethewrongchoice.
HesenthertheBTCaddress,andshetransferredthefunds.
Then,silence.
Thechathistorytoldastoryofbetrayal.Atfirst,mymotherhadbeencalm.
Martha:Okay,sowhen shouldweexpectsomeprofits? Dayspassed.Noresponse.
Martha:Sam?Itsbeenafewdaysnow.Ijustwanted anupdate.
Stillnothing.
Martha:Sam,Ivebeentryingtoreachouttoyou,butyourenot answering.Ieventwenttoyourplace,butyourneighborssayyouhaventbeenaroundfortwoweeks.Pleasegetbacktomeassoonaspossible.
Aweekpassed.
Martha:Sam,Ihaventheard fromyouinoveramonth.Theinvestorsarealreadyonmyneck.Whatthehellisgoingon? Thencamethe floodoftexts.Shehadbegged,threatened,demandedanswersbutstill,therewasnothing.Hehadvanished.
MybloodboiledasIstaredatthemessages.Thiswasntjusta badbusinessdeal.Thiswasntjustsomeunfortunatemarketturn.Thiswasafraud.
SamGraysonhadmanipulatedmymother,convincedhertogatheranimpossible.amountofmoney,andthenledhertosenditinawaythatcouldntbetraced.
Shehadbeendesperate,andhehadusedthatdesperationagainsther.
Igrippedthephonesotightlythanfullyunlocked Successfully Mymotherwasntstupid.Shemusthaverealizedthetruthtoolate.Maybethatswhyshehadcalledhim81times,whyshehadsentallthosemessages.Shehadbeenpleadingforawayout,and hehadignoredher.

CHAPTER028 Iexhaledsharply,tryingtosteadymyself,butmyvisionwasblurringwithrage.
Shehadkilledherselfbecauseofthis.
Becauseofhim.
Isuckedinadeepbreath andshutmyeyes,willingmyemotionstocalmdown.Mymothermust havefeltsoaloneinherfinalmoments.Shehadntcometome.Shehadnttoldmewhatwashappening.HadshethoughtIwouldntunderstand?Orhadshebeenafraidofburdening me? DidntsherealizeIwould havefoughtforher? Asharppaintightenedinmychest,butIshoveditdown.Nowwasntthetimetomourn.Ineededtoact.
Iwipedthetearsfrommyfaceandstoodup.
Thedocuments.
Shehadmentionedreviewingthembeforemakingthe transfer.Thatmeantthepapershadtobesomewhereinthisroom.
Imovedtoherwardrobe first,siftingthroughherneatlyfoldedclothes,andsearching.forahiddenfolderorenvelope.Nothing..
Next,Icheckedhernightstanddrawers,pullingeachoneopen,andrunningmyfingers-overeverysurface.Stillnothing.
Then,finally,buriedbeneathapileofdressesatthebottomofthecloset,Ifoundathickyellowfile.
Isatonthebedandopeneditcarefully.
MybreathcaughtasIscannedthecontents.
Thereitwas.
Arecordofthetransfer350milliondollars.
Hernameandsignaturewereonit.Sowashis.
SamGrayson.
Itracedmyfingersoverthename,myangerboilingoveroncemore.

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Thisbastardhadsignedoffon everything.
Iflippedthroughthepages,readingeverydetail.Hehadpromiseda200% returnoninvestment.Hehadguaranteedsafety.Hehadbeensoconvincingthatmymotherhadputeverythingontheline.
Andnow,shewasdeadbecauseofit.
Islammedthefileshut,mypulsepoundinginmyears.
Ineededtomakesurenooneelsegottheirhandsonthesedocuments.Ifthepolice gotinvolved,alltheywoulddowas openaninvestigation,dragthecasethroughcourt, 2/4 CHAPTER02A andmaybemaybeputhimbehindbarsforafew Thatwasntenough.
years.
Igrabbedablacksackfromthecorneroftheroomandstartedstuffingitwithevery relevantpieceofevidenceIcouldfind.
Herphone.
Thedocuments.
Anyrecordsthatcouldexposehim.
Thiswasntthepolicesproblemanymore.
Thiswasmine.
Imademywaydowntothebasement,myfootstepsheavywithdetermination.Theplacehadntbeenusedinyears.Dustcoveredthefurniture,and theairwasthickwiththescentofneglect.
Ifoundanoldwoodencabinetandshovedthebaginside,locking itsecurely.
Noonewouldtouchthisevidence.
Noonewouldinterfere.

Istraightenedupandletoutaslowbreath,mymindracingahead.
Thiswasonlythebeginning.
Iwalkedbacktomyroom,feelingtheweightofeverythingsettleontomyshoulders.
Istoppedinfrontofthemirrorandstaredatmyreflection.
Ishouldhavebeencrying.Ishouldhavebeenmourning.
ButIwasnt.
Becausethe rageburninginsidemeleftnoroomforgrief.
Ipromise,Iwhispered,myvoicelikesteel.Imgoingtoavengeyourdeath.
Thewordsfeltfinal,likeanoathbeingsealed.
Thiswasntjustaboutjusticeanymore.
Thiswasaboutrevenge.
Withmymothergone,thepositionofCEOinhercompanywasvacant.Someonehadtotakeit.Andaccordingtoherwill,thatsomeonewasme.
Itwouldntbeeasy.Iwasstillincollege.Istillhadalottolearnaboutthebusinessworld.Butnoneofthatmattered.
IfIwantedtotakeSamGraysondown,Ineededpower.IneededresourcesandIwasgoingtogetthemnomatterwhatittook.
SamGrayson.
Imcomingforyou.
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