Chapter 8 - THE TRUST I NEVER KNEW ABOUT
The trust was worth $2.6 million.
Or it should have been.
My grandfather created it when I was nine.
It was meant to fund education first, then transfer the remaining assets to me at twenty-five.
I was twenty-four.
Dad was trustee.
Nobody had ever told me.
Rachel immediately brought in a trust attorney.
Within twenty-four hours, we obtained historical statements.
The account once held nearly $3.1 million.
Harvard tuition had come from it.
So had part of my undergraduate expenses.
Fine.
That was exactly what Grandpa intended.
Then there were other withdrawals.
$120,000.
$80,000.
$200,000.
Investment in Richard Bennett Holdings.
Loan to Ridgewell Legal Technologies.
Emergency family distribution.
None of those phrases meant anything to me.
Current balance:
$1.74 million.
Nearly nine hundred thousand dollars had moved out beyond my education costs.
I called Dad.
He answered quietly.
“So you found it.”
No denial.
No shock.
“You took money from Grandpa’s trust.”
“I invested it.”
“In your businesses.”
“For the family.”
“It wasn’t family money.”
“It came from my father.”
“He left it to me.”
Dad’s voice sharpened.
“He trusted me to manage it.”
“For my benefit.”
“You were a child.”
“I’m twenty-four.”
“And still making childish decisions.”
There it was.
Even after everything.
“You mean quitting law school?”
“Yes.”
“I sold my company for nineteen million dollars.”
“That doesn’t mean you understand money.”
I laughed.
I couldn’t help it.
Dad exploded.
“You think one lucky deal makes you smarter than me?”
“No.”
I stopped laughing.
“But stealing from a trust definitely doesn’t.”
He hung up.
Mom called ten minutes later.
“I heard him shouting.”
“You knew about the trust?”
“No.”
I believed her.
Then she said something I didn’t expect.
“I checked our retirement accounts.”
My stomach tightened.
“What did you find?”
“Richard moved money.”
“How much?”
“Two hundred fifty thousand.”
“Did you authorize it?”
“No.”
There was a long pause.
Then Mom whispered:
“And Mia…”
“What?”
“The transfer document has my signature.”
I closed my eyes.
“You didn’t sign it.”
“No.”
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For the first time, Dad’s financial manipulation had not only targeted me.
He had done it to Mom too.
