Chapter 5 - THE FIANCÉ'S BETRAYALThe old Vance warehouse stood near the Hudson River.
It had been abandoned for years.
At least officially.
When I arrived, Julian was waiting beneath a single hanging light.
His suit was gone.
He wore a dark coat.
He looked exhausted.
“You came.”
“Yes.”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“Good.”
I stepped closer.
“You knew.”
“Yes.”
“You knew Alexander was my father.”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“Three months.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because I needed time.”
“Time for what?”
“To find out whether the story was true.”
I stared at him.
“You could have asked me.”
“I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Of losing you.”
I laughed bitterly.
“You already lost me.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“Vivienne…”
“No.”
I stepped back.
“You let me stand beside you while everyone knew I might be your sister.”
“I didn't know that when we got engaged.”
“But you knew before tonight.”
“Yes.”
“And you still let me wear that ring.”
“I was going to tell you.”
“When?”
“Tonight.”
“After the engagement gala?”
He looked down.
“Yes.”
I shook my head.
“That's not love.”
“I know.”
He reached into his pocket.
He pulled out a folder.
“This is why.”
Inside were financial records.
Transfers.
Shell companies.
Offshore accounts.
Names.
Alexander Sterling.
Jonathan Vance.
Eleanor Vance.
And one name I didn't recognize.
Charles Sterling.
Julian's grandfather.
“What is this?”
“The real reason your grandmother was killed.”
I looked up.
“Not the inheritance?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
Julian took a breath.
“She discovered that the Vance and Sterling families had been laundering money through a network of charities.”
I stared.
“How much?”
“Over six hundred million dollars.”
My stomach dropped.
“And Grandma found out?”
“Yes.”
“She was going to expose them.”
“Yes.”
“That's why she died.”
Julian nodded.
“Your mother pushed her.”
“But my father covered it up.”
“Yes.”
“And your father?”
“He helped.”
I looked at him.
“And you?”
“I found out three months ago.”
“What were you going to do?”
“Expose them.”
“Why didn't you?”
“Because I wanted to protect you.”
I shook my head.
“You keep using that word.”
“I know.”
He stepped closer.
“I made the wrong choice.”
I looked at the documents again.
“Where is the money?”
He hesitated.
“I don't know.”
“Someone does.”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
Julian looked at me.
“Your grandfather.”
I froze.
“What?”
“He knows.”
“No.”
“He has known for years.”
“Why would he hide it?”
“Because he was involved.”
The room went silent.
My grandfather.
The man who had appeared to rescue me.
The man who had given me the trust.
The man who claimed to want justice.
He had been part of it.
I stepped backward.
“No.”
Julian nodded.
“I'm sorry.”
I looked at the folder.
Then at him.
“Why give this to me?”
“Because I'm done lying.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
He pulled out his phone.
“I recorded a conversation with my father.”
He played it.
Alexander Sterling's voice filled the warehouse.
If Vivienne discovers the truth, she cannot inherit the company.
Another voice answered.
My grandfather.
Harrison.
Then make sure she never discovers it.
My blood went cold.
I looked at Julian.
“My grandfather wanted to stop me from inheriting?”
“Yes.”
“Why give me the trust?”
“To control you.”
I suddenly understood.
The $120 million wasn't freedom.
It was leverage.
A legal trap.
A way to force me into a larger corporate war.
The ballroom.
The dossier.
My grandfather's timing.
Everything had been planned.
My phone rang.
Harrison.
I answered.
His voice was calm.
“Come home, Vivienne.”
I stared at Julian.
“You're listening.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you finally know enough.”
“What do you want?”
“The company.”
“No.”
“Then you will lose everything.”
I laughed.
“You mean the company you stole from Grandma?”
Silence.
Then Harrison said:
“Your grandmother wasn't murdered because of money.”
“Then why?”
“Because she discovered something much worse.”
“What?”
He whispered:
“Your birth was not an accident.”
The line went dead.
Julian stared at me.
“What does that mean?”
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I didn't know.
But suddenly I was terrified to find out.
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