Chapter 4 - The Offshore Account
The absolute certainty in Stella’s voice made Trevor physically flinch. He pulled his arm off the back of Cara’s chair, suddenly looking incredibly nervous in his charcoal shirt.
"What did you just say?" Cara hissed, her face contorting with defensive rage. "How would you know anything about our finances?!"
"Because I know exactly where the money came from," Stella stated, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the white tablecloth. "You didn't leverage your stock portfolio, Cara. You and Trevor didn't save a single dime for that house."
Arthur stood up from the head of the table. He was a towering, intimidating man, and he was not used to losing control of his family.
"That is enough, Stella!" Arthur roared, pointing a trembling finger down the length of the mahogany table. "You are completely out of line! Your sister and Trevor are successful, hardworking people! I will not allow you to ruin Thanksgiving with your jealous, pathetic delusions! Apologize to them right now, or get out of my house!"
Stella didn't flinch. She didn't stand up. She reached into her dark trousers and pulled out a small, folded piece of thick, official-looking paper.
She slid it smoothly across the polished table. It stopped directly in front of her father's plate.
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"I'm not delusional, Dad," Stella said quietly. "Read the deed to Cara's new house."
👉 What horrifying name is printed on the official deed to the golden child's new luxury home?
