Chapter 4 - Vanessa Swore I Was a Fraud—Until Her Own Private Account Revealed Where the Stolen Millions Had GoneVanessa refused to believe the DNA test.
She screamed.
She accused the doctor of lying.
She accused me of manipulating Dante.
Then she demanded another test.
Dante agreed.
The second test confirmed the first.
I was Amara.
Vanessa's sister.
The missing daughter.
The heir she had never expected.
That changed everything.
Suddenly, the millions Vanessa had stolen were no longer merely theft.
They were money stolen from the estate that legally belonged partly to me.
Dante ordered a forensic audit.
The results were devastating.
Vanessa had created shell companies.
She had transferred money through restaurants.
Hotels.
Shipping firms.
Private accounts.
But the largest transfers had gone to a company called Black Harbor.
I recognized the name.
It appeared in the files I'd collected at Aurelia.
Dante knew it too.
His expression hardened.
"Black Harbor belongs to Victor Crane."
Marco looked up.
"That's impossible."
Victor Crane had once been Dante's closest ally.
Until twelve years ago.
He had vanished after the attack that supposedly killed Amara.
Dante suddenly understood.
"The attack."
I looked at him.
"What?"
"Victor was there."
He remembered.
Victor had been responsible for security that night.
He had claimed Amara disappeared during the chaos.
But now the evidence suggested otherwise.
He had taken her.
And someone had helped him.
Dante looked at Vanessa.
She was silent.
Too silent.
Then her phone rang.
She looked at the screen.
Her face went white.
Dante noticed.
"Who is it?"
"No one."
He held out his hand.
"Give me the phone."
She refused.
Two guards stepped forward.
Vanessa backed away.
Then she whispered:
"Dad..."
Dante's voice became cold.
"Give me the phone."
She finally did.
The last message contained four words.
She knows too much.
Dante looked at Vanessa.
"Who sent this?"
She began crying.
"I didn't know they'd kill her."
My blood froze.
Dante turned toward me.
"Who?"
Vanessa couldn't answer.
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But we already knew.
Victor Crane.
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