Chapter 4 - Veronica Had Her Own Deal
Derek stared at his wife.
“What land?”
Veronica recovered quickly.
“The backyard. The property.”
“No.”
His voice sharpened.
“You said the land too.”
I watched them both.
Mom looked confused.
Dad stared at Veronica with an intensity I had not seen in months.
Veronica laughed.
“You know what I meant.”
“No, I don’t.”
She reached for her wine.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Derek grabbed her wrist.
Not violently.
But firmly.
“It matters to me.”
I leaned back.
This was useful.
Very useful.
For months I had assumed Derek and Veronica were operating as one unit.
Now I saw something different.
Derek wanted control.
Veronica wanted ownership.
Those were not the same thing.
I closed the assisted-living brochures.
“When did you decide to sell Mom and Dad’s house?”
Derek turned toward me.
“When I realized they can’t maintain it.”
“You mean when you moved them into the storage room?”
Mom flinched.
Veronica’s face changed.
Derek went still.
“What storage room?”
I let the silence stretch.
Dad looked at me.
Not yet.
I understood.
Dad did not want me revealing everything.
So I smiled.
“Just asking.”
Derek studied me.
“You’ve been here.”
“I grew up here.”
“I mean this weekend.”
“Mom called me.”
His jaw tightened.
“What did she say?”
I looked directly at him.
“Why?”
Mom’s hands trembled beneath the table.
Veronica stood.
“This is ridiculous.”
She walked toward the kitchen.
Her phone remained on the table.
It vibrated.
A message preview appeared.
I wasn’t trying to read it.
But the name caught my attention.
MARCUS.
The message said:
Need confirmation before Monday. Three million still depends on guardianship.
My pulse changed.
I kept my face neutral.
Veronica returned.
She picked up the phone immediately.
Too quickly.
Then she looked at me.
I smiled.
She knew.
After lunch, I left without confrontation.
Derek followed me outside.
“You think you can come back and fix everything?”
I turned.
“Is something broken?”
His smile faded.
“You always do this.”
“Do what?”
“Act like you’re better than everyone.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t have to.”
He stepped closer.
“You send money. You buy Dad tools. You pay Mom’s medical bills. Everybody praises you.”
“That bothers you?”
“It’s easy to be generous when you’re rich.”
There it was.
The wound beneath everything.
Not greed.
Comparison.
“I never competed with you.”
“That’s because you always won.”
“This isn’t childhood.”
“It never stopped being childhood for you.”
I almost laughed.
But his face was serious.
“You think Dad respected me?”
“He loved you.”
“That’s not what I said.”
I paused.
Derek looked toward the workshop.
“He spent my entire life comparing me to you.”
“I never heard him do that.”
“Because you were the one he admired.”
There are moments when the villain in your story becomes human.
That does not erase what they have done.
But it complicates the hatred.
Dad had asked me not to hate Derek before I knew the whole story.
Now I understood why.
Derek continued.
“You left. I stayed.”
“So you punished them?”
“I took care of them.”
“You put them behind the laundry shed.”
His face changed.
There.
Confirmation.
He knew I had seen it.
“They chose that.”
I stared at him.
“You actually believe that?”
“They were causing problems.”
“In their own house?”
“My wife needed space.”
“For what? Parties?”
Derek stepped closer.
“You don’t know what happened.”
“Then tell me.”
He opened his mouth.
Then stopped.
For one second, he looked exhausted.
Then Veronica opened the front door.
“Derek.”
His expression shut down.
He turned away.
That told me something too.
He was angry at me.
But he was afraid of her.
Back at Inez’s office, we investigated Marcus.
It took less than an hour.
Marcus Bell.
Attorney.
Real estate specialist.
Listed as outside counsel for Meridian Crest.
More importantly, he had represented Veronica before she married Derek.
“Old boyfriend?” I asked.
Inez looked at the records.
“Maybe more.”
“What do you mean?”
“They co-owned an apartment twelve years ago.”
I stared at her.
“So Veronica has been dealing privately with the developer’s lawyer.”
“Yes.”
“Does Derek know?”
“Based on lunch?”
“No.
Then Inez turned her monitor.
“We found the ownership structure of Meridian Crest.”
I read the names.
Holding company.
Subsidiary.
Another holding company.
Finally, the beneficial owner.
Bell Urban Capital.
Marcus Bell.
I sat back.
“So Veronica is trying to sell Dad’s land to a company controlled by her former partner.”
“For three million.”
“When it may be worth twenty.”
“Yes.”
“Where does the difference go?”
“That’s what we need to find.”
Then Inez opened another file.
“There’s something else.”
A life insurance policy.
Insured: Manuel Alvarez.
Benefit: $2 million.
Owner: Alvarez Family Protection Trust.
Trustee: Veronica Alvarez.
My throat went dry.
“When was this created?”
“Four months ago.”
“Did Dad sign it?”
“Yes.”
“Did he know what it was?”
“We’ll ask him.”
“Who pays the premiums?”
“VDA Holdings.”
I didn’t like the direction this was going.
But Inez raised a hand.
“Don’t jump to conclusions. Life insurance itself isn’t suspicious.”
“Combined with everything else?”
“It’s worth examining.”
I called Dad.
He answered quietly.
“Can you talk?”
“For a minute.”
“Did you know you have a two-million-dollar life insurance policy?”
Silence.
“Dad?”
“No.”
My entire body went cold.
“Did Derek take you for a medical exam four months ago?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say it was for?”
“Health coverage.”
I closed my eyes.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine.”
“Any new medications?”
Another silence.
“Dad?”
“Veronica gives me something at night.”
My chair scraped backward.
“What?”
“She says it helps me sleep.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“How long?”
“Several months.”
Inez heard everything.
Her expression changed instantly.
“Stop taking it,” I said.
Dad whispered, “I already did.”
“When?”
“Three nights ago.”
“Why?”
“Your mother found the bottle.”
“What bottle?”
“She saw the label.”
My pulse raced.
“What did it say?”
Before Dad could answer, I heard a door open on his end.
Then Veronica’s voice.
“Manuel?”
Dad hung up.
I stood.
“We’re going back.”
Inez grabbed her bag.
“No. We call emergency services if there’s medical danger.”
“I’m not leaving them there.”
“Then we do this legally.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means tonight your parents stop being isolated.”
Within two hours, an independent physician and a social worker visited the property under the pretext of a welfare check.
Derek was furious.
Veronica was worse.
But they couldn’t legally prevent the assessment.
Dad passed cognitive testing.
So did Mom.
Both were found competent to make their own decisions.
That alone could destroy Monday’s guardianship petition.
But the doctor found something else.
A prescription bottle in Dad’s room.
The medication was a powerful sedative.
Prescribed by Dr. Cardenas.
The same doctor tied to Veronica’s company.
The doctor examining Dad frowned.
“Why are you taking this?”
Dad answered, “I was told it was for anxiety.”
“You have an anxiety disorder?”
“No.”
“How often?”
“Every night.”
The doctor looked at me.
Long-term use could explain Dad’s memory problems.
The confusion.
The fatigue.
The forgetfulness Derek had been documenting.
It didn’t prove deliberate harm.
But it proved the incompetency claim had been built on a compromised medical picture.
Then Mom approached me privately.
She handed me something folded in tissue.
“What’s this?”
“A letter.”
“From who?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where did you get it?”
“It was pushed under the storage-room door last week.”
I unfolded it.
There was only one sentence.
ASK MANUEL WHAT HAPPENED TO RAFAEL.
My eyes moved to Dad.
His face changed when he saw the note.
“What happened to Rafael?”
Dad looked older suddenly.
“Not here.”
“Dad.”
“Please.”
I lowered my voice.
“Is he dead?”
Dad didn’t answer.
That was worse.
Then Inez’s phone rang.
She stepped away.
Thirty seconds later she returned.
Her face was pale.
“We have a problem.”
“What?”
“The land company filed an emergency motion.”
“For what?”
“To enforce the option agreement.”
“How soon?”
“Monday morning.”
“The same morning as guardianship?”
“Yes.”
She looked at Dad.
“If Derek gets control of Manuel for even one hour, they may be able to trigger the sale.”
The entire scheme had been timed perfectly.
Monday was not just a hearing.
It was the day they planned to take everything.
May you like
And the only person who seemed to know why the land was truly valuable was my father.
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