Chapter 5 - The Man Who Found Me on the Streets Wasn't Looking for a Homeless Girl—He Had Been Searching for My Family's Missing HeirEthan's father took me to his private office.
He opened a safe.
Inside was a file.
My name.
My mother's name.
My father's name.
And a document labeled:
HEIRSHIP AGREEMENT.
I stared.
“What is this?”
“Your mother was the last surviving member of a private family trust.”
“Worth how much?”
He looked at me.
“Nearly four hundred million.”
My knees almost gave out.
“I'm worth that?”
“No.”
He closed the folder.
“You're not an asset.”
“But the trust—”
“The trust belongs to you.”
I laughed.
“I've been homeless for three weeks.”
“I know.”
“Sleeping in shelters.”
“I know.”
“Eating whatever I could find.”
“I know.”
“And someone thought I had four hundred million dollars?”
“Yes.”
I stared at the document.
The trust had been protected by my parents.
After their deaths, the money remained locked.
It required one condition.
The heir had to be identified.
I was the heir.
But there was another condition.
The heir required a protector.
A person from the Calloway family.
Ethan's father.
He stared at me.
“That is why our families were connected.”
I swallowed.
“And you found me.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“You found my son.”
That distinction mattered.
He hadn't come looking for me.
Life had brought me to him.
We discovered another problem.
The trust had been dormant for twelve years.
Now someone had attempted to access it.
Three weeks ago.
The same week I became homeless.
Someone had been trying to force me out of the system.
They wanted me invisible.
But they failed.
Because Ethan found me.
And I found him.
Then my phone rang.
Unknown.
I answered.
A man's voice.
“You should have stayed invisible.”
I froze.
“Who are you?”
“You know.”
The line ended.
Ethan's father stared.
He had heard the voice.
“Who was it?”
“Victor Hale.”
His expression changed.
“The same man who helped your family?”
Victor was supposed to be protecting me.
Why threaten me?
Unless someone had replaced him.
We checked the footage.
Victor wasn't at the hotel.
A man wearing his coat was.
Someone had impersonated him.
The real Victor was missing.
And suddenly, we understood.
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The person watching me wasn't trying to protect me.
They were trying to scare me away.
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