Chapter 10 - THE MIDPOINT REVERSAL

Vivienne was not arrested that night.
Not immediately.
The conversation was suspicious.
But it did not prove murder.
She denied everything.
Her attorneys arrived within forty minutes.
They accused Elena of entrapment.
Elijah almost laughed.
âPrivate citizens cannot entrap you.â
Vivienne left under surveillance.
But she had made one enormous mistake.
The contract she brought contained the same forged postnuptial language discovered earlier.
And her fingerprints were on the original paperwork.
Federal investigators opened a fraud case.
Cassandraâs situation worsened too.
The estate cameras clearly showed her intentionally destroying Elenaâs property and pressing a stiletto against Elenaâs hand.
The trustâs independent committee convened.
Two days later, Elijah delivered the decision.
âSection Fourteen has been triggered.â
Cassandra sat across the conference table with Julian Cross.
Her face was expressionless.
Elijah continued.
âYour beneficial interest is forfeited.â
Cassandra whispered.
âHow much?â
âCurrent estimated value.â
âThirty-eight point six million dollars.â
Her hands closed into fists.
âAnd it goes to her?â
âHalf to Elena.â
âHalf to the Vale Protection Foundation.â
Cassandra looked at Elena with pure hatred.
âYou planned this.â
Elena shook her head.
âI asked you to stop.â
âYou ruined me.â
âYou ruined yourself.â
Gabriel watched his sister.
There was grief in his face.
But he did not intervene.
Cassandra turned toward him.
âSay something.â
He did.
âYou hurt my wife.â
âIâm your sister.â
âAnd she is my wife.â
âYou would choose her over your own blood?â
Gabriel stared at Cassandra for several seconds.
âNo.â
âI chose what was right over what was familiar.â
Cassandra stood.
âThis isnât over.â
Elijah stopped her.
âThere is another matter.â
She looked back.
âThe trust audit discovered unauthorized withdrawals from Theodoreâs accounts.â
Cassandraâs face changed.
âHow much?â
âEleven million dollars.â
Julian leaned toward her.
âDo not answer anything.â
Elijah placed bank records on the table.
Transfers went to three shell companies.
One belonged to Vivienne.
One belonged to Cassandra.
The third belonged to someone named Victor Vale.
Gabrielâs uncle.
The man nobody had mentioned since Theodoreâs death.
Then the conference-room door opened.
May you like
Victor walked in smiling.
âLooks like I arrived just in time.â