Then Richard said the words I needed.
“We’ve already used enough of your money keeping this family afloat,” Richard said. “You’re going to sign before anyone audits those accounts.”
Fraud.
It was no longer merely a suspicion.
It was an admission.
I quietly backed away before anyone could notice me.
Daniel called the following morning.
“Mom says you seemed judgmental yesterday.”
“I was nervous,” I said sweetly.
His voice immediately softened.
“I knew you’d understand.”
He believed he had corrected my behavior.
For the next five days, I became exactly the kind of woman the Mercers wanted.
Quiet.
Apologetic.
Agreeable.
Meanwhile, Maya helped me identify the attorney responsible for administering Emily’s trust.
With Emily’s permission, I contacted him using a prepaid phone she had hidden inside an old boot.
The attorney nearly stopped breathing when I explained what I had recorded.
Within forty-eight hours, an emergency petition had been prepared to prevent any additional withdrawals.
Then the trust statements revealed something even worse.
More than $680,000 had been transferred through accounts connected to Richard’s failing development company.
Some of those transactions contained Emily’s electronic authorization.
Emily insisted she had never approved them.
Eventually, we discovered how it had been done.
Daniel had helped his father duplicate her credentials.
My fiancé.
The man who had spent months talking about our wedding, our house, and our future.
He had been helping steal from his own sister.
On Friday night, Daniel suggested moving our wedding forward.
“My parents adore you now,” he said over dinner.
I almost laughed.
Instead, I placed my hand over his.
“I’d love to celebrate with everyone.”
His face brightened.
“Really?”
“Absolutely. Invite your parents. Emily too.”
He smiled.
The Mercers believed they had finally trained me.
They had no idea I was arranging their final family dinner.
### Part 3
On Sunday evening, the Mercers arrived at the private dining room of an upscale restaurant expecting champagne.
Victoria wore diamonds.
Richard brought cigars.
Daniel kissed me and whispered, “See? I knew you’d fit into this family.”
Emily arrived last.
For the first time, she wasn’t wearing long sleeves.
Victoria’s eyes narrowed immediately.
“Cover yourself.”
Emily sat beside me.
“No.”
The entire room became still.
Richard looked toward me. “Claire, perhaps you can talk some sense into her.”
“I think Emily is finally making perfect sense.”
Daniel’s smile vanished.
Then the door opened.
