Chapter 3 - THE ROOM UNDER THE HOUSE
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I returned to the property with Natalie, two deputies and a locksmith.
Marcus wasn't home.
Neither was Dolores.
The house looked exactly as I had left it.
That almost made me angrier.
The dining room still smelled faintly of garlic butter.
The empty champagne bottles were still lined up on the sideboard.
Ava's plastic noodle cup was still in the trash.
I looked at it.
Then I looked at the dining table.
And something inside me hardened.
Natalie noticed.
“Renee.”
“I know.”
She touched my arm.
“Don't let them pull you into a fight you can't win.”
“I don't intend to.”
We began searching.
My father's name wasn't on any visible paperwork.
But he had left one strange thing behind.
An old grandfather clock.
I remembered it from childhood.
My father used to tell me never to move it.
I always thought it was sentimental.
Natalie examined the base.
“There's a hidden latch.”
My heart stopped.
The back panel opened.
Inside was a brass key.
And a handwritten note.
For Renee. When trust becomes dangerous.
I stared at the words.
Then I noticed a small floor panel beneath the clock.
The key fit.
The panel opened.
A narrow staircase descended into darkness.
The deputies moved first.
I followed.
The air smelled like dust and cedar.
At the bottom was a concrete room.
A metal cabinet.
A desk.
Several old file boxes.
And a safe.
My father's initials were engraved on the door.
D.C.
I opened the first box.
Property documents.
Investment statements.
Old tax returns.
Then I found something else.
A family tree.
My father's parents.
His siblings.
And one name circled in red.
Dolores Hale.
I stared.
Dolores was my mother-in-law.
That made no sense.
Natalie took the paper.
“Renee…”
“What?”
“Your mother-in-law isn't your husband's biological mother.”
I froze.
“What?”
We found the birth records.
Marcus had been adopted.
Dolores was his adoptive mother.
Tyler was adopted too.
My father had written another note.
The Hales are not who they claim to be.
My hands shook.
I opened the next box.
There were photographs.
My father standing beside Dolores when she was younger.
They weren't married.
But they were business partners.
Another photograph showed Dolores with a younger man.
The man was Marcus's biological father.
Then I found a legal contract.
My father had hired Dolores as a trustee for a charitable foundation.
The foundation controlled several properties.
Including mine.
I looked at Natalie.
“Why would Dad put Dolores in charge?”
“Maybe he didn't.”
She turned the page.
At the bottom was another signature.
Not my father's.
Someone had inserted Dolores's name after his death.
The document had been altered.
Someone had been rewriting the history of my family.
Then I found the final file.
A copy of a DNA test.
Marcus Hale.
Biological father: unknown.
Biological mother: unknown.
I stared.
“What?”
Natalie read the report.
“That's impossible.”
“There has to be another record.”
We searched.
Nothing.
Then the security system above us triggered.
Someone had entered the house.
One deputy moved toward the stairs.
“Who's there?”
No answer.
Then footsteps.
Slow.
Careful.
A woman's voice called down.
“Renee?”
Dolores.
My mother-in-law.
I looked at Natalie.
We froze.
Dolores stepped into the basement.
Her expensive coat was soaked from the rain.
She smiled.
“You finally found it.”
I stood.
“What?”
“The room.”
She sighed.
“Your father was always too sentimental.”
“You knew about this.”
“Of course.”
“Then why did you try to steal my house?”
Dolores looked at me.
“Because it was never your house.”
My blood boiled.
“My father left it to me.”
“Yes.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
She smiled.
“You were never supposed to inherit alone.”
She reached into her handbag.
And pulled out a birth certificate.
A child's.
The name made my entire body freeze.
Renee Carter.
Not my name.
Not my birth date.
Not my mother.
I looked at Dolores.
“Who is this?”
She smiled.
“Your daughter.”
My heart stopped.
“Ava?”
“No.”
She turned the certificate around.
“Your mother had another child.”
I stared.
A second daughter.
A girl who was born before me.
A girl my family had hidden.
May you like
And according to the document—
she was the legal owner of the property.
