Chapter 6 - The Secret Inheritance
"You," Arthur whispered, the word sounding like ashes in his mouth. "The LLC is registered in your name."
The entire dining room erupted into chaotic, breathless murmurs. Cara shrieked, pushing her chair back so violently it almost tipped over.
"No!" Cara screamed, her polished facade completely shattering. She pointed wildly at Trevor. "Trev! Tell them that's a lie! We bought that house! We signed the mortgage papers with the private lender last month!"
Trevor didn't look at his wife. He rubbed his face with his hands, looking completely destroyed. "Cara... the private lender was Silver Oak. We didn't qualify for a traditional bank loan because of my gambling debts. I... I had to find a private holding company to back the mortgage."
"And you found me," Stella said coldly.
"How?!" Arthur roared, his anger returning to mask his profound humiliation. "How does a non-profit worker have millions of dollars in a private holding company to lend out for luxury real estate?! Did you steal this money?!"
"I inherited it," Stella replied, entirely unbothered by her father's screaming. "From Grandpa."
Helen gasped again. "Your grandfather died completely broke, Stella! We paid for his funeral!"
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"No, Mom. He died broke on paper, because he knew Dad would try to steal everything to fund Cara's lifestyle," Stella corrected her, her voice dripping with venom.
👉 What did the grandfather actually leave Stella before he passed away a year ago?
