Chapter 4
The next morning, Marcus and I met Robert at his private office.
He looked as though he hadn't slept.
His tie was crooked.
His eyes were red.
And there was a thick folder on his desk.
Diane wasn't there.
Neither was Vanessa.
Robert stood when we entered.
"Nia. Marcus."
We sat across from him.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Then Robert pushed the folder toward his son.
"I owe you the truth."
Marcus stared at him.
"Dad..."
Robert raised his hand.
"Please let me finish."
He took a deep breath.
"Three years ago, your mother told me you wanted to sell your shares."
Marcus shook his head.
"I never did."
Robert nodded.
"I know that now."
He opened the folder.
Inside was a shareholder transfer agreement.
Marcus's name appeared at the top.
His signature was at the bottom.
I leaned closer.
The signature looked convincing.
But the date was wrong.
Marcus had been in California that week attending a construction conference.
He had travel records proving it.
Robert continued.
"Diane said you signed it before leaving town."
Marcus stared at the paper.
"I was never shown this."
Robert's eyes filled with tears.
"I believed her."
My heart tightened.
He looked down.
"She's my wife."
Marcus swallowed.
"And I'm your son."
Robert closed his eyes.
The words seemed to break him.
"I know."
For a long moment, the room was silent.
Then Robert turned another page.
"There's more."
I looked at the document.
A commercial loan agreement.
The amount was staggering.
Six million dollars.
I stared at it.
"Mr. Williams, did you authorize this?"
He shook his head.
"No."
My stomach tightened.
"Then how was it approved?"
Robert looked ashamed.
"The signatures appear to be mine."
Marcus leaned forward.
"Are they?"
Robert shook his head.
"No."
I felt cold.
Someone had forged both father and son's signatures.
And used those documents to control company shares and borrow money.
Robert continued.
"The loan proceeds were transferred through several accounts."
I looked at the statements.
Most of the money had gone to companies connected to Diane and Vanessa.
Then I saw another name.
A company called Vantage Luxury Imports.
I frowned.
"What's this?"
Robert sighed.
"Vanessa's business."
Marcus looked confused.
"She sells luxury accessories."
Robert nodded.
"That's what she told us."
I studied the payments.
They were enormous.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Then millions.
I felt my stomach tighten.
"Mr. Williams, do you know whether Vantage has legitimate operating revenue?"
Robert looked at me.
"I don't."
I turned toward Marcus.
"We need an independent forensic audit."
He nodded immediately.
Robert looked exhausted.
"Will this stop the acquisition?"
I answered carefully.
"It could change the structure or timing. We can't proceed without understanding the liabilities."
He nodded.
"I understand."
Then he looked at his son.
"Marcus, I should've trusted you."
Marcus stared at the documents.
For a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer.
Then he whispered, "I just wanted you to listen."
Robert began crying.
"I know."
I looked away.
Some family wounds had nothing to do with money.
The stolen shares mattered.
The loans mattered.
But what hurt Marcus most was knowing his father had believed everyone except him.
Robert reached across the desk.
"Can you forgive me?"
Marcus looked at him.
"Not today."
Robert nodded slowly.
"That's fair."
Marcus continued.
"But I'm willing to work toward it."
Robert covered his face.
"Thank you."
After the meeting, we contacted Olivia Grant, my company's outside counsel.
She immediately recommended preserving records, restricting unauthorized access, and involving the appropriate authorities.
Robert agreed.
For the first time in years, Marcus wasn't fighting alone.
But Diane and Vanessa weren't finished.
That afternoon, Marcus received a call from his sister.
He put it on speaker.
"Marcus, what have you done?"
Her voice was furious.
He stayed calm.
"What are you talking about?"
"Dad froze my accounts!"
Marcus looked at me.
"Business accounts?"
"All of them!"
He took a breath.
"Then talk to Dad."
Vanessa laughed bitterly.
"Don't pretend you don't know what's happening."
Marcus remained silent.
She continued.
"You bring some rich woman into this family, and suddenly everyone acts like I'm a criminal."
I felt my jaw tighten.
Marcus answered quietly.
"Nia didn't create the documents."
Vanessa went silent.
He continued.
"Whoever forged them did."
Her breathing changed.
Then she whispered, "You have no idea what you're getting into."
Marcus frowned.
"Then explain it."
She laughed nervously.
"I can't."
"Why?"
There was a long pause.
Then she said something that made my stomach drop.
"Because if Mom finds out I talked to you, she'll destroy me."
Marcus stared at the phone.
"What?"
Vanessa began crying.
"Marcus, please."
I leaned forward.
"Vanessa, this is Nia."
Silence.
Then she whispered, "Of course it is."
I ignored the insult.
"If someone is threatening you, you need to tell us."
She laughed bitterly.
"You think you can help?"
"I don't know everything yet."
I took a breath.
"But I know hiding won't fix it."
For several seconds, she said nothing.
Then she whispered, "Mom doesn't know the whole truth either."
My heart tightened.
"What does that mean?"
Vanessa began sobbing.
"There's another person involved."
Marcus sat upright.
"Who?"
She hesitated.
Then said, "Uncle Raymond."
Marcus froze.
I looked at him.
"Who's Raymond?"
He swallowed.
"My father's younger brother."
Vanessa continued.
"He handled the refinancing."
My chest tightened.
Then her voice broke.
"And he has something on Mom."
Marcus leaned closer.
"What?"
She whispered, "He knows what happened to Grandpa's original property deeds."
Robert's father had founded the first Williams construction business.
After his death, several properties had been transferred into family trusts.
If those deeds had been manipulated, the ownership problems could be far bigger than we thought.
I felt cold.
Vanessa continued.
"Marcus, I need to leave Atlanta."
He looked alarmed.
"Why?"
"Because Raymond is coming for the files."
I sat straighter.
"What files?"
She began crying harder.
"The ones that prove who really owns the company."
Then the call abruptly ended.
Marcus immediately tried calling back.
No answer.
Again.
Nothing.
I looked at him.
"We need to find her."
He nodded.
For all the cruel things Vanessa had said to me, I didn't want her harmed.
But before we could leave, Robert called.
His voice was shaking.
"Marcus."
"Dad?"
"Something happened."
Marcus stood.
"What?"
Robert swallowed.
"Your mother's car was found outside Raymond's office."
My chest tightened.
"And?"
Robert's voice cracked.
"There's blood on the driver's seat."
Marcus went pale.
For one terrible moment, we both believed the woman who humiliated me the night before might be in danger.
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And suddenly, the question wasn't whether Diane deserved forgiveness.
It was whether we could find her alive.
