CHAPTER064 OLIVIASPOV Igotupfromthechairandwalkedovertotheshelvestograbmyselfapenandsomepaper.Today,nothingwasgoingtostopmefromgettingthosenames.Mydeterminationburnedstrongerthanever.
AsIunlockedthelaptoppassword,myfingerstrembledslightlynotfromfear,butfromtheadrenalinecoursingthroughme.Iscrolledthroughallthefolders,searching.carefullytoseeifhehadsavedthenamesofthehiredpeople.AndjustwhenIthoughtitmightallbehiddenawaytoowell,thereitwas.Luckyforme,hewasntascarefulashethought.
TherewasafolderlabeledTransactions.MyheartthumpedasIclickeditopen.Inside,myeyescaughtasubfoldertitledPaymentforFakeDeath.
ThemomentIsawthat,achillrandownmyspine.Iclickedonitwithouthesitation,andmygazelandedonthesumofmoneythathadbeentransferredanamountsolargeitmademybreathhitch.
Therewerefivenamesinthatfolder.Somewerefamiliar,andotherswere probablythepeopleweweredesperatelytryingtouncover.
Adriansaccountantwaslisted,aswellasAdrianhimself.Butthethreenamesthatstoodout,namesthatcouldbethemissingpiecesofthispuzzle,wereSandraJertol,NickDibeny,andEmmaJackson.
Soyourethepeoplethatgaveintothatact,Imutteredundermybreath,myvoice.filledwithbittersatisfactionasIwrotethenamesdownonmypaper.Myhandwritingwasshakyfrom themixtureofshockanddetermination,butImanagedtogetthemall.downclearly.
OnceIwasdone,Igrabbedmyphoneandquicklysnappedapictureofthetransactionscreen,justincase.Evidencelikethiswastooimportanttorelyonasinglesource.Ifanythinghappenedtothephysicalnotes,Idstillhavetheproofinmyphone.NowthatIhadthis,Ifeltaflickerofhope.Icouldfinallystartworkingonmywayofthismess,outofthistwistedwebofliesanddeceit.
wayout Nowontothenextone,Iwhisperedtomyself,tryingtosteadymybreathing.Withoutwastinganothersecond,IreturnedtothefolderIhadopenedearlier.Iscrolledthroughtheendlessfiles ,eachoneblurringtogetheruntilthereitwas.Thefilethathadhauntedmythoughtsallday,wastheonebearingmyparentsnames.Myheartpoundedlikeadrumin,mychestasIclickeditopen.
Themomentmyeyesread throuSuccessfullyunlocked!reathcaughtinmythroat.

JesusChrist.
WhatIsawdidntmakeanysense.Wasthissomekindofcrueljoke?Wasthisanother 1/3 CHAPTERUMA oneofAdrianstwisted,fabricatedschemes?Ithadtobeforgeditjusthadto.
Myparentswerentfraudulent.Ihadknownthemmyentirelife,trustedthemimplicitly,andbelievedinthemwithoutashadowofadoubt.Theyhadneverbeeninvolvedinanyfraud,orsoIthought.Buthereitwas,plainasday,claimingthatmyparentsdefraudedAdriansmother.
No…no,thiscouldntbereal.
Iforcedmyselftokeepreading,evenasmystomachtwistedpainfully.AndasIread.on,itonlygotworse.Myeyesstung,tearsthreateningtospilloverasIabsorbedtheaccusations.
Thefileclaimedthatmyparentswerenotonlyfraudsters,buttheywerealsotherootcauseofAdriansmothersdeath.MynailsdugpainfullyintomypalmsasItriedtomakesenseofitall,eachpieceofsocalledevidencecuttingdeeperthanthelast.
Adrianknewaboutthis?Heknewaboutallofthisandstillmarriedme? Butwhy? Ifhetruly knew,whywashestillhelpingmyparents?Whydidhecontinuetotreatthemkindly,toactasthoughnoneofthismattered?Hadheforgiventhem?Orwashehidingsomethingevendarker beneath Anddidmyparentsknowaboutthis? Alotofquestionsstormedthroughmymind,eachonemorefranticthanthelast.Ineededanswers,butIcouldntjustconfrontAdriandirectlythatwouldbeareckless move.
No,thiswassomethingIhadtobringupwithmyparentsfirst.Theymustknow.somethingaboutthis.Eveniftheyweresomehowinvolved,whyhadnttheyevertoldme?Whyhadtheyhiddensuchadevastatingsecret? Ipulledoutmyphone,myfingershoveringovermymothersnumber.ButthenIhesitated.No,thiswasnt somethingthatcouldbediscussedoveraphonecall.IneededtolookthemintheeyewhenIaskedthemaboutthis.
Takingadeepbreath,Isnappedapictureofthefileforevidenceandcarefullyshutthelaptop,makingsuretoarrangeitexactlyasIhadfoundit.Igotupandwentupstairstochangeintosomethingmoresuitable.
Whilegoingthroughmywardrobe,Julianscallcamein.Ihadbeenplanning tocallhimanyway.

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DidyouseewhatI sentyou?IaskedthemomentIanswered.
Yes, Ivegottenthem.NowIlltrackdownwheretheyliveandgetthemtoconfessthetruth,Juliansvoicecrackledthroughthephone,determined.
Ididntrespondimmediately.Icontinuedchangingmydress,mymindtoocloudedtoofferhimtheenthusiasmheprobablyexpected.Iknewhewaswaitingforamore CHAPTER064 excitedreaction,butIcouldntfakeitnotafterwhatIhadjustuncovered.
Whatareyoudoing?heasked,histonelacedwithcuriosityandconcern.
Imgoingtoseemyparents,Irepliedfirmly.
Isthereanyneedforthat?hequestioned.
Itsalongstory.WhenIgetback,Illexplaineverything.Fornow,justfocusonfindingtheirlocation,Iinstructed,endingthecallbeforehecouldsayanotherword.
Igrabbedmypurseandleftthe house.MyparentsplacewasntfarfromAdrians,soIarrivedquickly,myheartpoundingwithanticipationanddread.
IthadbeenawhilesinceIdlastbeenhere,andthememorieswerefarfrompleasant.Myhandinstinctivelywenttomystomach,asthoughtobracemyselfforwhateverwasabouttocome.
Iwalkedtowardthegardenandgotthesparekeyfromitsusualhidingspotbeneaththesand.AsIglancedaround,Inoticedthatnoneof theircarswereparkedoutside,whichmeanttheywereprobablynothome.Still,Idecidedtowait.

Iunlockedthedoorandsteppedinside.Thefamiliarscentofthehousehitmeimmediately,stirringoldmemoriesItriedtosuppress.
JustasIwaslostinthought,awomansvoicesnappedmebacktoreality.
Weneedtotakeanotherloanfromhim,mymothersvoicesaid,sharpandclear.
Iknowweneeditdarlingbut doyouthinkhewillgiveussuchanamountagain.?myfatherasked,hisvoiceunmistakable.
Whywouldnthegiveittous?Hesoursoninlaw,andwehaveeveryrighttoaskhim,mymotherrepliedconfidently.
Irolledmyeyes,bitternesswellinginsideme.Sothatswhattheywereplotting.Another loanfromAdrian,asiftheyhadntalreadytakenenough.ButthatwasntwhyI camehere.
Tmovedclosertothevoices,butthenmyfathersnextwordsfrozemeinplace.
YoucantsaywehaveeveryrightbecauseOlivia isntevenourbiologicaldaughter.
Myheartstopped.Myeyeswidened,andtheroomaroundmeseemedtospin.
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