That didn’t mean the information was false.
Vanessa wanted immunity.
She had discovered that Adrian’s father kept old corporate records in a private archive attached to a riverfront club outside Bellmere.
Not illegal records labeled CRIMES.
Real business files.
Old payment ledgers.
Contractor names.
Vehicle maintenance invoices.
Things meaningless alone.
Dangerous together.
She knew because Adrian had taken her there.
“Why help us now?” I asked when we finally met with her through attorneys.
Vanessa looked exhausted.
Pregnancy had changed her face.
Or fear had.
“Because Adrian told me I was next.”
I stared.
“What?”
“After the bank failed.”
“He blamed me.”
“He said I talked too much.”
She swallowed.
“He said his father could make people disappear.”
I felt no sympathy at first.
“You watched me sink.”
Vanessa cried.
“I thought you would get out.”
“You saw Adrian leave me.”
“He said the restraint would release.”
“It didn’t.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“You smiled.”
Her face collapsed.
That detail mattered to her.
Good.
“I was scared.”
“No.”
“You were standing safely on shore.”
“I was the one underwater.”
Vanessa lowered her head.
Then she said:
“The baby is his.”
“I know.”
“He promised we’d leave Bellmere after the transaction.”
“I know enough.”
“I hated you.”
That surprised me more than an apology would have.
“Why?”
“Because you got everything.”
“Dad.”
“Noah.”
“Mercer Holdings.”
“People treated you like the real daughter.”
