CHAPTER 064
OLIVIA’S POV
I got up from the chair and walked over to the shelves to grab myself a pen and some paper. Today, nothing was going to stop me from getting those names. My determination burned stronger than ever.
As I unlocked the laptop password, my fingers trembled slightly–not from fear, but from the adrenaline coursing through me. I scrolled through all the folders, searching. carefully to see if he had saved the names of the hired people. And just when I thought it might all be hidden away too well, there it was. Lucky for me, he wasn’t as careful as he thought.
There was a folder labeled “Transactions.” My heart thumped as I clicked it open. Inside, my eyes caught a subfolder titled Payment for Fake Death.
The moment I saw that, a chill ran down my spine. I clicked on it without hesitation, and my gaze landed on the sum of money that had been transferred–an amount so large it made my breath hitch.
There were five names in that folder. Some were familiar, and others were probably the people we were desperately trying to uncover.
Adrian’s accountant was listed, as well as Adrian himself. But the three names that stood out, names that could be the missing pieces of this puzzle, were Sandra Jertol, Nick Dibeny, and Emma Jackson.
“So you’re the people that gave in to that act,” I muttered under my breath, my voice. filled with bitter satisfaction as I wrote the names down on my paper. My handwriting was shaky from the mixture of shock and determination, but I managed to get them all. down clearly.
Once I was done, I grabbed my phone and quickly snapped a picture of the transaction screen, just in case. Evidence like this was too important to rely on a single source. If anything happened to the physical notes, I’d still have the proof in my phone. Now that I had this, I felt a flicker of hope. I could finally start working on my way of this mess, out of this twisted web of lies and deceit.
way out
“Now on to the next one,” I whispered to myself, trying to steady my breathing. Without wasting another second, I returned to the folder I had opened earlier. I scrolled through the endless files, each one blurring together until–there it was. The file that had haunted my thoughts all day, was the one bearing my parents‘ names. My heart pounded like a drum in,my chest as I clicked it open.
The moment my eyes read throu Successfully unlocked!reath caught in my throat.
Jesus Christ.
What I saw didn’t make any sense. Was this some kind of cruel joke? Was this another
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one of Adrian’s twisted, fabricated schemes? It had to be forged–it just had to.
My parents weren’t fraudulent. I had known them my entire life, trusted them implicitly, and believed in them without a shadow of a doubt. They had never been involved in any fraud, or so I thought. But here it was, plain as day, claiming that my parents defrauded Adrian’s mother.
No… no, this couldn’t be real.
I forced myself to keep reading, even as my stomach twisted painfully. And as I read. on, it only got worse. My eyes stung, tears threatening to spill over as I absorbed the accusations.
The file claimed that my parents were not only fraudsters, but they were also the root cause of Adrian’s mother’s death. My nails dug painfully into my palms as I tried to make sense of it all, each piece of so–called “evidence” cutting deeper than the last.
Adrian knew about this? He knew about all of this and still married me?
But why?
If he truly knew, why was he still helping my parents? Why did he continue to treat them kindly, to act as though none of this mattered? Had he forgiven them? Or was he hiding something even darker beneath
And did my parents know about this?
A lot of questions stormed through my mind, each one more frantic than the last. I needed answers, but I couldn’t just confront Adrian directly–that would be a reckless
move.
No, this was something I had to bring up with my parents first. They must know. something about this. Even if they were somehow involved, why hadn’t they ever told me? Why had they hidden such a devastating secret?
“Did you see what I sent you?” I asked the moment I answered.
“Yes, I’ve gotten them. Now I’ll track down where they live and get them to confess the truth,” Julian’s voice crackled through the phone, determined.
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