Chapter 6
On the screen, Victoria laughed in our living room.
Raymond sat beside her.
Sabrina leaned against Logan, smiling.
“We’ll say it’s for Sabrina’s future,” Victoria said. “When the bank releases the money, we transfer it to you, Raymond, and disappear.”
Sabrina’s voice followed.
“I’m sick of my car smelling like machine oil every time he gets in.”
The whole room turned toward her.
Her face went white.
The video continued.
Raymond lifted his wrist.
The luxury watch flashed under the lamp.
“Glenn won’t fight,” he said. “Men like him are built to be used.”
Something inside me went quiet.
The screen changed.
Bank records.
Transfers.
Vendor labels.
Raymond’s shell company.
Pierce Holdings.
Logan’s signature.
Gasps spread across the room.
Logan’s father stood.
“Turn that off.”
The technician did not move.
Because he worked for me.
Then the final video played.
Victoria in my workshop.
Cutting through my handmade suit.
Sabrina standing behind her.
“Raymond represents our family better,” Sabrina said on the recording.
The room held its breath.
The lights came back up.
I stood in the center aisle.
Victoria rushed toward me.
“Glenn, stop this.”
“You started it.”
Sabrina began crying.
Not the tears I knew.
Not real pain.
Panic.
“Dad, please.”
I looked at her.
“Which dad?”
She flinched.
Raymond slammed his glass down.
“This is illegal.”
Marisol stepped forward.
“No. It is security footage recorded in Mr. Carter’s home and financial records from accounts he owns.”
Logan grabbed Sabrina’s hand.
“We should leave.”
Two police officers entered through the front doors.
Then two more.
Detective Harris walked beside them.
“Not yet.”
Victoria looked at the officers.
Then at me.
“What did you do?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the original deed certificate.
“The house is mine. The workshop is mine. This pavilion is mine.”
Raymond’s face changed.
May you like
Victoria whispered, “No.”
“Yes,” I said. “And all of it is protected from you.”
