Chapter 6: The Brother Who Sold Our Secret
The name stayed in the air long after Daniel said it.
“Your brother.””
I stared at him.
“No.””
Daniel didn’t look away.
“I wish I was wrong.””
The office suddenly felt too small.
The walls that had held years of Walter’s business decisions, family memories, and carefully guarded secrets seemed to close around me.
“My brother knew?””
Daniel nodded.
“Thomas knew about the company structure. He knew Walter transferred control to you. He knew Marcus was protected.””
I sat down slowly.
Thomas.
My little brother.
The same man who held my hand at Walter’s funeral.
The same man who told me, “You don’t have to carry this alone.””
My fingers tightened around the chair.
“How?””
Daniel placed another folder on the desk.
“He contacted Renata before she met Marcus.””
I opened the folder.
Inside were printed messages.
Emails.
Bank records.
Dates.
The first message was from eight months after Walter died.
Thomas had written:
I know where the money is. I know who controls it.
My heart dropped.
Another message followed.
The son is easier to influence than the mother.
I stopped reading.
I couldn’t breathe for a moment.
Daniel quietly pushed a glass of water toward me.
“Margaret.””
I looked at him.
“How long?””
“We don’t know everything yet.””
“How long has he been planning this?””
Daniel hesitated.
“Longer than we thought.””
That answer hurt more than anything.
Because betrayal from strangers is expected.
Betrayal from family feels impossible.
I spent the drive home remembering every moment with Thomas.
The birthday dinners.
The holidays.
The jokes about growing old together.
The way he used to call Walter “the smartest man I know.””
Now I wondered if he had been counting something else.
Not memories.
Not love.
Assets.
When I arrived home, Marcus was waiting on my porch.
He stood when he saw my face.
“What happened?””
I didn’t answer immediately.
I unlocked the door.
He followed me inside.
“Mom.””
I placed the folder on the table.
“Your uncle betrayed us.””
Marcus frowned.
“My uncle?””
“Yes.””
He opened the folder.
The color drained from his face as he read.
“No.””
I watched the same disbelief cross his expression that I had felt.
“He wouldn’t.””
I looked at him.
“Why?””
“Because he’s family.””
The words almost broke me.
Because two days ago, I would have said the same thing about Renata.
I sat across from him.
“Marcus, sometimes people use the word family as a disguise.””
He looked back at the documents.
“I trusted him.””
“So did I.””
He flipped through the pages faster.
“What did he want?””
“The same thing everyone else wanted.””
I looked at the papers.
“Access.””
Marcus rubbed his face.
“This is my fault.””
“No.””
“Yes.””
His voice cracked.
“I pushed you away because I listened to them.””
I softened slightly.
“You were manipulated.””
“But I let myself be.””
That was the first time I saw something change in him.
Not guilt.
Responsibility.
Before I could respond, my phone rang.
Daniel.
I answered.
“What happened?””
“Margaret, we found something else.””
My stomach tightened.
“What?””
“Thomas wasn’t acting alone.””
I stood.
“Who else?””
There was a pause.
Then Daniel said:
“Someone inside Walter’s old company.””
I looked at Marcus.
His face changed.
“Who?””
Daniel lowered his voice.
“The person who approved the illegal transfer request.””
My hand tightened around the phone.
“Give me the name.””
Daniel did.
And the second I heard it, I knew the betrayal was deeper than we imagined.
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Because the person behind the transfer wasn’t just trying to steal Walter’s fortune.
They were trying to destroy everything he built.
